1890<=
A little Maiden climbed an old man's knec,
Begged for a story, "Do Uncle please,
Why are you single, why llive alone,
Have you no babies, have you no hone?"
I had a sweetheart, years, years ago:
where she is now, pet, you will socn knowWe
Listt to the story, I'Dl tell at aii,
I believed her faithless, after the balle
After the ball is over,
After the break of morn,
After the dancers leaving,
After the stars are gone,
Many a heart is aching,
If you could read them Oli,
Mony the hopes that have vanished
After the balle
I900--
The oriole with joy was swestly singing,
The little brook was babling its tune,
The village bells with joy were sweetly ringing,
The world seemed brighter tnan a harvest moone
And as within my arms I gently pressed you,
And blushing red you slowly turned away,
I can't forget the way I once caresses you,
I only pray we'll meet ancther daye
In the shade of the old apple tree
With the love in your eyes I can see,
When the voice that I heard
Like the sound of a bird,
Seemed to whisper sweet music to Mee
I ean hear the dull buzz of the bee,
In the blossoms as you sang to me,
With a heart that beats true,
T'll be waiting for you
In the shade of the old apple trece