The Face Upon The Barroom Floor - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Face upon the Barroom Floor. Copyright, MDCCCXCIV. by Henry J. Wehman. Words and Music by .I. P. Skelly. 
The summer eve was balmy and a goodly crowd was there, Which well nigh filled the barroom on the corner of the square; And as the songs and stories came upon the twilight air, A vagabond crept slowly in and posed with wistful air. "A drink!" he cried, "that's what I want -I'm but an artist poor-Once I was rated clever and my fortune seemed secure, But never mind the happy past, the days I'll see no more-Just let me draw a face I knew upon this barroom floor!" 
Chorus. The face upon the barroom floor, she whom I did adore. On her fell no blame till a false friend came and entered our cottage door. Look down at sweet Madeline, forever my heart's bright queen; That face from my heart nevermore shall depart, the face upon the barroom floor. 
"Fill up again, mine host," he said;" put life into my frame; I'll tell you how it came about, my ruin and my shame: The picture of a bosom friend, with skill, I painted well: She, gazing on the dreamy eyes, asked me his name to tell. I brought him to our cottage door and he lured her from my side, And with his prey he safely sped across the ocean wide. You ask me why I drink, and why I'm ragged, rough and poor? Just look upon that woman's face upon the barroom floor!" Chorus. 
"Good friend, another drink, I pray-one more before we part; I'll draw another picture of the face that's in my heart. Perhaps it seems unlikely that the vagabond you see Could ever love a woman or expect, her to love me." He drained his glass, and, chalk in hand, began again to trace The shapely lines of beauty of that unforgotten face; Then, turning 'round with wild eyes they would wish to see no more, With dying shriek he fell across the face upon the floor." Chorus.