American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 The Pride Of The Ball
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
THE PRIDE OF THE BALL.
Copyright, 1894, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co.
Words by Harry C. Clyde. Music by H. C. Verner.
Fancy could picture no grander sight, 'twas a fairy scene,
And o'er all she reigned like a queen.
Countless the hearts that were lost that night-lost beyond recall-
To this fair one-pride of the ball.
Proudly she reigned like a queen upon her throne;
Checks that were flushed like a rose in heaven grown;
Graceful and fair, she was loved and wooed by all;
She stole my heart, the pride of the ball.
Envied by all when she waltzed with me, happy then was I;
Golden moments, they seemed to fly.
I held her hand in mine tenderly, gliding 'round the hall,
With my loved one-pride of the ball.-Refrain.
Slowly we strolled from the surging crowd to the garden fair;
Then I asked if hope I might dare:
Gently her graceful head she bowed; one word-"yes"-was all;
I had won the pride of the ball.-Refrain.