Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn,
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn;
Left in this wide world to fret and to mourn.
Btrayed by a maid in her teens.
The girl that I loved, she was handsome.
I tried all I knew, her to please,
But I could not please her one quarter as well,
Like that man up on the Trapetze!
Whoa! He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease,
A daring young man on the flying Trapeze.
His movements were graceful, All girls he would please,
And my love he has stolen away.
This young man by name was "Signor Bona Slang,"
Tall, big and handsome, as well made as Chang.
Where e're he appeared, the Hall loudly rang
With ovation from all people there.
He'd smile from he bar on the people below,
And one night he smiled at my love.
She winked back at him and she shouted "Brano!"
As he hung by his nose up above.
Her father and mother were both on my side,
And very hard tried to make her my bride,
Her father he sigh'd and her mother she cried
To see her throw herself away.
'Twas all no avail. She went there ev'ry night,
And would throw him Bouquets on the stage.
Which caused him to meet her, how he ran down,
To tell you would take a whole page.
One night I as usual went to her dear home,
Found her father and mother alone.
I asked for my love, and soon they made known,
To my horror, that she'd run away.
She'd packed up her box and eloped in the night
With him, with the greatest of ease.
From two stories high, he had lowered her down
To the ground on his flying Trapeze!
Some months after this I went to a Hall,
Was greatly surprized to see on the wall
A bill in red letters which did my heart gall,
That she was appearing with him.
He taught her gymnastics and dressed her in tights,
To help him to live at his ease,
And made her assume a masculine name,
And now she goes on the Trapeze!
Whoa! She flies through the air with the greatest of ease,
You'd think her a man on the flying Trapeze.
She does all the work while he takes his ease,
And that's what became of my love.