She left the man who loved her for another

SHE LEFT THE MAN WHO LOVED HER FOR ANOTHER.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey.
Words and Music by George Bruce and Felix McGlennon.

In a little country village
Lived a farmer and his wife,
She was young and rich with beauty,
Sunshine of her husband's life;
But the snake crept in his Eden,
In the guise of trusted friend,
And the dreams fond love had cherished,
Came they to a fatal end.
One night, when he reached his homestead,
His fond heart, was turned to stone-
She the wife he loved so dearly,
With his dearest friend had flown.

She left the man who loved her for another,
She who was the sunshine of his life;
Her vows of faith and duty she'd forgotten,
Broke the link that made them man and wife.

In a handsome furnished chamber
Stand betrayer and betrayed;
Be is scornful, she is pleading:
Ah, what havoc time has made!
She is white-faced, trembling, hopeless,
And she feels dishonor's shame;
For the man who stands before her
She has ruined a husband's name.
He, grown weary of his victim,
Says, "'Tis better we should part."
In his soul there is no pity
For her crushed and breaking heart.

In the streets of a great city
One cold, bitter winter's night
On a door-step lies a woman,
'Round her fall the snow-flakes white;
By her side a man is kneeling,
"Mary," is his bitter cry,
"You for months I have been seeking.
Now I've found you, do not die."
Hear her pleading for forgiveness
As he clasps her to his breast;
Just one kiss, one murmured "good bye!"
And her soul in death finds rest.