American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 The Curse

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 36

THE CURSE.
Copyright, 1887, by Willis Woodward & Co.
By Paul Dresser.

I came at last, a dream is o'er, you have broken every vow,
The babe that sleeps in yonder grave fails to bind us together now;
May the curse of misery follow thee, may your head with shame yet bow.
For as madly as I loved you once, so do I hate you now.
For as manly as I loved you once, so do I hate you now.

Refrain.
So when the judgment day rolls 'round and you stand trembling there,
I trust no baby face will greet you in your wild despair;
But I'll so there to meet you, to tell you of a blow
That you so cruelly struck and broke, a heart, long, long ago;
My curse will follow thee, my curse will follow thee.

I hope when your wild cries go forth on the silent midnight air,
That not a helping hand comes nigh, in your misery And despair;
May your tears prove unavailing, may conscience never cease
To call back days of long ago, of blissfulness and peace.
To call back days of long ago, of blissfulness And peace. -Refrain.

By the memory of the babe you loved, you swore that you loved me.
My fondest wish is that this curse will always follow thee;
When you appear on that last great day, these words won't be forgot.
May that but look straight at you and say, oh! woman I know thee not.
May that babe look straight at you And say, oh! woman I know thee not.- Ref.