She Once Was A Millionaire - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
She once was a millionaire. Copyright, 1896, by Frank Harding. By Charles Graham. 
Will you help a poor man on, sir-buy a pencil, please, from me; I once had wealth, was happy, sir, and not the wreck you see; So said a weary peddler, as I passed him by one night, A picture of despair and want beneath the gleaming light; His voice was quite familiar, and his face I thought I knew, And so I stopped a little while, exchanged a word or two; I found he was an old-time friend, a rich man years ago; "Why, what's gone wrong, old man," I said, "why have you gone sot" 
Refrain. He once was a millionaire, he once had a charming wife, And a sweet little maid, who, the neighbors said, was the sunshine of his life; He's homeless and friendless now, for nothing he seems to care, Begging his way on the streets each day, though he once was a millionaire. 
With startled look, at last he said, "What, Tom! you've changed a lot; You're looking well and prosp'rous, while these rags are all I've got; I never look for sympathy, the fault is all my own, But I have lost all nature, Tom, since my lass Nelly's gone; My wife, she left me long ago, a heavy blow for me; I prayed I might forget her, and no more her face should see; I only wish to be alone, for life I do not care, That's why I am a beggar, who was once a millionaire." -Refrain.