A little maiden climbed an old man's knee,
Begged for a story - Do, Uncle, please;
Why are you lonely? Why do you roam?
Have you no sweetheart? Have you no home?
I had a sweetheart, long, long ago,
Why we were not wed you soon will know;
List' to my story, I'll tell it all,
I broke her heart, dear, after the ball.
After the ball is over,
Just at the break of dawn,
After the dance had ended,
And all the stars are gone;
Many the heart that's aching,
If you could read them all;
Many the fond hope that's vanished,
After the ball.
Low lights were shining, in the big ballroom,
Softly the organ, was playing a tune;
There stood my sweetheart, my love, my own,
She wished for water, I left the room.
When I returned, dear, there stood a man,
Kissing my sweetheart as lovers can;
Down went the glass, pet, broke in the fall,
Just like my heart was, after the ball.
After the ball is over,
Just at the break of dawn,
After the dance had ended,
And all the stars are gone;
Many the heart that's aching,
If you could read them all;
Many the fond hope that's vanished,
After the ball.
Many years have gone by, I have not wed,
True to my first love, though she is dead;
She tried to tell me, tried to explain,
I would not listen, pleadings were vain.
One day a letter came from that man,
He was her brother, the letter ran;
That's why I'm lonely, no home at all,
I broke her heart, pet, after the ball.
After the ball is over,
Just at the break of dawn,
After the band had ended,
And all the stars are gone;
Many the heart that's aching,
If you could read them all;
Many the fond hope that's vanished,
After the ball.