Barbara Cook - After the Ball [From Show Boat] lyrics

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 it all. I believed her faithless, after the Ball." After the ball is over After the break of dawn