The Man on the Flying Trapeze

Oh, the girl that I loved she was handsome,

I tried all I knew her to please.

But I couldn't please her a quarter as well

As the man on the flying trapeze.

CHORUS:

Oh, he flies through the air with the greatest of ease,

This daring young man on the flying trapeze.

His figure is handsome, all girls he can please,

And my love he purloined her away.

Last night as usual I went to her home.

There sat her old father and mother alone.

I asked for my love and they soon made it known

That she-e had flown away.

She packed up her box and eloped in the night,

To go-o with him at this ease.

He lowered her down from a four-story flight,

By means of his flying trapeze.

He took her to town and he dressed her in tights,

That he-e might live at his ease.

He ordered her up to the tent's awful height,

To appear on the flying trapeze.

Now she flies through the air with the greatest of ease,

This daring young girl on the flying trapeze.

Her figure is handsome, all men she can please,

And my love is purloined away.

Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn,

Like an old coat that is tattered and torn,

Left to this wide world to fret and to mourn,

Betrayed by a maid in her teens.

~ Anonymous