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VP_011502 Verse 1I knew a little maiden, To whom Dame Nature gave Those gifts which make a woman lov'd And o'er which artists rave. She was my little sweetheart And like a knight of old I champion'd all her causes Her faith in me to hold. But when I grew to manhood I left my native town And in the whirl of city life In years gain'd some renown. But yesterday I met her Upon a city street; A look of wild despair, rests on Her sad face once so sweet. Chorus 1She's not the same sweet lassie She's not the same dear maid At whose feet in those happy days My boyish heart I laid There are traces still of beauty But for her there's naught but gloom She's a gem that's lost its lustre A flow'r that's lost its bloom. Verse 2She saw and recogniz'd me But turn'd her head away She would have pass'd me by had I Not gently bade her stay. She turn'd her eyes upon me In mute appeal so sad How chang'd she was from her, whom I lov'd when but a lad "How are the folks?" I ask'd her To her eyes sprang the tears "The old folks" then she answer'd "I have not seen them in years." She did not give her reason, Did not try to explain; The reason I read in her face To me 'twas very plain.
1 score (6 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.
Geo. M. Krey. Music Publisher
Burns, John H and Quigley, Johnnie, "A Flower That's Lost Its Bloom" (1901). Vocal Popular Sheet Music Collection. Score 3379.