Lyrics taken from the subsaga site found by cnd:

SING US ONE OF THE OLD SONGS GEORGE

In a gilded hall of music
Sat a bright, expectant crowd
Waiting for the coming singer
Whom they'd hail with praises loud

Years ago, he'd been their idol
How his wit had made them roar!
Now this benefit performance
Kept him from the workhouse door

What a storm of welcome greets him
As he steps upon the stage
But, alas, how sadly altered
What with illness and with age

"I-I c-cannot s-sing t-tonight," he falters
As he speaks, he bows his head
But his speech was interrupted
Someone in the gallery said

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Sing us one of the old songs, George
One of the songs we know
Try, old man, do what you can
And we'll let the chorus go
We can't forget what you used to be
In the days when life was new
Sing us a song And if you go wrong
We'll help to pull you through

At this show of recognition
Tears ran down the singer's cheeks
Twice he started, twice he faltered
Neither could he sing nor speak

Maybe twas the glorious triumph
That his memory still could trace
Where he'd shone the best and brightest
In the very self-same place

Well, he knew the doctor's warning
Singing would be fatal now
But the gratitude they'd shown him
Must be recognised somehow

How could he assay to please them?
All his wits were now appalled
As he stood there hesitating
Once again the gallery called

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Then, as though a ray of sunshine
Cast a halo round the place
Stood a child before the footlights
With a smiling angel face

"Dad's been ill," she murmured softly
"And if me you will allow
"Just to let him rest this evening
"I will sing for Daddy now?

Then a strain of sweetest music
Wafted o'er the spacious hall

HESITANTLY:
After the ball is over
After the break of dawn
After the dancers' leaving
Da-da...da-da...da da?

MORE CONFIDENTLY:
Many a heart is aching
If you could reach them all
Many a heart that is aching
After? .the ball!

As she bowed her thanks
And left the stage
All eyes in haste were dried
On the night the gallery cried

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LFF