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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS LFF
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