SHE LEFT THE MAN WHO LOVED HER FOR ANOTHER.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey.
Words and Music by George Bruce and Felix McGlennon.
In a little country village
Lived a farmer and his wife,
She was young and rich with beauty,
Sunshine of her husband's life;
But the snake crept in his Eden,
In the guise of trusted friend,
And the dreams fond love had cherished,
Came they to a fatal end.
One night, when he reached his homestead,
His fond heart, was turned to stone-
She the wife he loved so dearly,
With his dearest friend had flown.
She left the man who loved her for another,
She who was the sunshine of his life;
Her vows of faith and duty she'd forgotten,
Broke the link that made them man and wife.
In a handsome furnished chamber
Stand betrayer and betrayed;
Be is scornful, she is pleading:
Ah, what havoc time has made!
She is white-faced, trembling, hopeless,
And she feels dishonor's shame;
For the man who stands before her
She has ruined a husband's name.
He, grown weary of his victim,
Says, "'Tis better we should part."
In his soul there is no pity
For her crushed and breaking heart.- Chorus.
In the streets of a great city
One cold, bitter winter's night
On a door-step lies a woman,
'Round her fall the snow-flakes white;
By her side a man is kneeling,
"Mary," is his bitter cry,
"You for months I have been seeking.
Now I've found you, do not die."
Hear her pleading for forgiveness
As he clasps her to his breast;
Just one kiss, one murmured "good bye!"
And her soul in death finds rest.- Chorus.