To his chin, where they dangled a moment, then—fell
On the floor, and the dancers all knew very well
That the words of the song were the sad solemn truth,
And every one pitied the heart-broken youth.
TIM DOLOR’S SONG
While I may sing my song of woe,
Pray sympathize politely,
And if my tears should start to flow
Oh, do not treat them lightly.
There was a time I loved a maid—