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. Chorus: