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After The Ball

A little girl climbed on an old man’s knee,
Begged for a story, “Do, uncle, please.
Why are you single, why you live alone?
Have you no babies, have you no home?”

“I had a sweetheart long years ago,
Where she is now, pet,  you soon will know.
Listen to my story, I’ll tell it all;
I broke her heart, pet, after the ball.”

Refrain
After the ball is over, after the break of dawn,
After the dancer’s leaving, after the stars are gone.
Many a heart was aching, if we but knew it all;
Many a hope had vanished after the ball.

“Bright lights were flashing in the grand ball room.
Softly the music played a sweet tune.
There stood my sweetheart, my love, my own;
Give me some water, leave me alone.”

“When I came back, pet, 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.”

“Long years passed by, pet, I never wed,
True to my sweetheart though she was dead.
She tried to tell me, tied to explain,
I wouldn’t listen, pleadings in vain.”

“One day a letter came from that man.
He was her brother, so the letter ran.
That’s why I’m single, you know it all,
I broke her heart, pet, after the ball.”

November 1967
Lower Creek
Lenoir, NC
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  • About
    • Photos
  • Home
  • Music
    • The Resonance Sessions
    • Mentor Album
    • Ballad Swaps >
      • Ballad Bingo
    • Ballad Workshop
    • W/ Tim McWilliams
    • Happy Valley Jamboree
  • Programs
    • Projects >
      • I Remember Maw Maw >
        • Dark is The Color
        • A Maid A Being Young
        • After the Ball
        • Big Joe Dawson
        • I Wish I Was A Single Girl Again
        • I Used to Wear My Apron Low
        • Old Churchyard
        • Bonnie Blue Eyes
        • Green Grows the Laurel
        • When the Last Trumpet Shall Sound
        • High Topped Shoes
      • Ray Dellinger Memorial Garden
      • Liar's Bench Podcast
      • Bobby McMillon Legacy >
        • Remembering Bobby McMillon
        • Boogers and Haints
        • Legacy Podcast >
          • Legacy Podcast Bawdy
        • Cassette Transfers
        • Folklife On the Go
        • Hunting Tale
        • A Very Unfortunate Man
        • Field Recordings by Bobby
        • Videos From University Collections
    • Bean-String Ballad-Sing
  • Seed
    • Sweet Potatoes
  • Press & Promotional
  • Blog
  • Resources & How-Tos
  • Newsletter Sign-up