The Lady, who was known as Lou.
The music almost died away, so soft
That you scarce could hear,
And you felt that your life had been looted
Of all that it once held dear.
That someone had stolen the woman you loved
And her love was a devil’s lie
And your guts were gone and the best for you
Was to crawl away and die.
’Twas the crowning glory of a heart’s dispair