After the ball / words and music by Chas. K. Harris
Harris, Chas. K. (Charles Kassell), 1864-1930. “After the ball / words and music by Chas. K. Harris.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17145. Accessed 15 May 2021.
|Title||After the ball / words and music by Chas. K. Harris|
|Subject||Songs with piano|
|Popular music -- 1911-1920|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Includes chord diagrams for guitar|
|Back cover: A few Chas. K. Harris famous songs.|
|Creator||Harris, Chas. K. (Charles Kassell), 1864-1930.|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Chas. K. Harris|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: A little maiden climbed an old man's knee;First line of chorus: After the ball is over, after the break of morn|
VERSE 01: A little maiden climbed an old man's knee,/ Begged for a story, "Do Uncle please,"/ Why are you single, why live alone?/ Have you no babies, have you no home?/ I had a sweetheart, years, years ago;/ Where she is now pet you soon will know./ List to the story, I'll tell you it, all,/ I believed her faithless, after the ball.
CHORUS: After the ball is over,/ After the break of morn,/ After the dancers leaving,/ After the stars are gone,/ Many a heart is aching,/ If you could read them all;/ Many the hopes that have vanished,/ After the ball
VERSE 02: Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom,/ Softly the music, played the sweet tunes,/ There came my sweetheart, my love my own,/ I wish some water; leave me alone!/ When I returned dear, there stood a man,/ Kissing my sweetheart as lovers can./ Down, fell the glass pet, broken that's all,/ Just as my heart was, after the ball.
VERSE 03: Long years have passed child I've never wed,/ True to my lost 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.
|Original Format||1 score (5 p.) 30 cm|