Another version, from sheet music at The National Library of Australia:

"Latest American Rage"
THE FACE ON THE BAR-ROOM FLOOR
Words, Maurice De Witt; music, Leonard Hope;
Publisher: Dinsdales, Melbourne [190-?]

1. The barroom was crowded one calm summer's eve.
The air filled with laughter and song.
When a tramp old and ragged crept into the room,
With sneers he was hailed by the throng.
Said he, "If you'll listen, my story I'll tell,
If you'll give me a drink, nothing more.
I'm a broken-down artist and for you I'll paint
A face on the barroom floor."

CHORUS: Ah! That face on the barroom floor,
The woman that I adored!
What a different man I might have been
If she were still my heart's own queen!
But my dream of life is o'er;
On the earth we'll meet no more.
A cruel faithless wife
That I loved as my life,
The face on the barroom floor!

2. The crowd gathered round and stood greatly amazed
At the beautiful face that he drew.
He said, "Years ago we were wed, Nance and I.
I ne'er thought that she'd prove untrue;
But a tempter one day came and lured her away.
My bright hopes in life are no more.
Then with one fearful shudder he fell dead across
The face on the barroom floor.