Oh, once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn,
Like an old coat that is tatter'd and torn.
I'm left in this wide world to fret and to mourn,
Betrayed by a maid in her teens.
Now this girl that I loved, she was handsome and swell,
And I tried all I knew her to please;
But I never could please her one quarter so well,
As that man on the flying trapeze.
Oh, he flies thro' the air with the greatest of ease,
The daring young man on the flying trapeze.
His movements are graceful; all girls he does please,
And my love he has purloined away.
Now the young man by name was Sefior Boni Slang,