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Alone in the world
Was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child
As you'd find
Her parents had gone to their
Final reward
Leavin' their baby
Behind
(Did you hear)
This poor little child
Was only nine years of age
When mother and dad
Went away
Still she bravely worked
At the one thing she knew
To earn her few pennies
A day
She made artificial flowers
Artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies
Of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers
You know those artificial flowers
Fashioned from
Annie's despair
With paper and shears
With wire and wax
She made up each
Tulip and mum
As snowflakes drifted in
To her tenement room
Her baby little fingers
Grew numb
From making artificial flowers
Those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies
Of high fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers
Artificial flowers
Made from
Annie's despair
They found little Annie
All covered with ice
Still clutchin' her poor
Frozen shears
Admist all the blossoms
She'd fashioned by hand
And watered with
All her young tears
There must be a heaven
Where little Annie can play
Amongst heavenly gardens
And bowers
And instead of a halo
She'll wear around her head
A garland of
Genuine flowers
No more artificial flowers
Throw away those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies
Of society to wear
Throw away those artificial flowers
Those dumb-dumb flowers
Fashioned from Annie's
Fashioned from Annie's despair
[talking]
Give her the real thing.