WE NEVER SPEAK
AS WE PASS BY.
Sung by Gus Williams at Ford's Opera House.
The spell is past the dream is o'er,
And tho' we meet we love no more!
One heart is croushed [sic] to droop and die,
And for relief, must heav'nward fly!
The once bright smile has faded - gone,
And given way to looks forlorn!
Despite her grandeur's wicked flame,
She stoops to blush beneath her shame.
Cho. - We never speak as we pass by,
Altho' a tear bedims her eye;
I know she thinks of her past life,
When we were loving man and wife.
In guileless youth I sought her side,
And she became my virtuous bride;
Our lot was peace so fair, so bright;
One sunny day, no gloomy night!
No life on earth more pure than ours,
In that dear home, midst field and flow'er [sic]
Until the tempter came to Nell:
It dazzled her - alas! she fell!
In gilded hall, midst wealth she dwells;
How her heart aches, her sad face tells.
She fain would smile, seem bright and gay,
But conscience steals her peace away.
And when the flatt'rer casts aside
My fallen and dishonered [sic] bride,
I'll close her eyes in death, foregive [sic],
And in my heart her name shall live.
P. J. Dennis, 303 N. Eutaw Street, Baltimore.
Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldier, Comic,
Humerous [sic], College, Sentimental, Social and Religious,
Choice Selected Standard Songs.
