He flies through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze.
His movements are graceful all girls he does please,
And my love he's purloined away.

Now once I was happy but now I'm forlorn.
Like an old coat that is tatered and torn,
Left in this wide world to fret and to morn,
Betrayed by a maid in her teens,
Now this girl that I loved she was handsome indeed,
And I tried all I knew her to please.
But I never could please her one quarter so well
As the man on the fying trapeze.