The Forsaken - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE FORSAKEN. Written by David P. Sobel, of the Philo Dramatic Society. 
"Oh, ruby lips of thine so sweet, Oh, love, my dear, must I retreat From the threshold of your gracious love-Away from you, oh dearest dove? No, never shall I venture thus, Until proclaimed by you I must, Then I that widening path will take Where human souls will never wake. Beware me, though, is all I say, Before that step I'll take, nay, nay, Your beauteous face to render sweet, First revenge and then defeat." Thus spoke a young and handsome boy At the age of twenty And one; he uttered these words in his slumber At the rising of the sun. His troubles they were many, Although so young in years; Of life he knew not any, He was listless in his fears-He started up as if in fright, With a blank stare in his eyes: "Who is it that just spoke to me-Oh, dear, I don't know why. Oh, mother dear, in heaven now. Come to the help of me your son. Who here thus stands in great distress. And has but you-by all he's shun. My life is ended, my love is gone-I have no one, no love but strife To live for in this wicked world-This sorrow shall end my weary life." Without a quiver on his lips He stood grief-stricken by his bed; His mind it wandered like the ships, Knowing of great distress ahead. A sigh was heard and all was still; His soul the angels led; Although so young, he had his fill-With a shriek he faltered-dead.