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Artificial Flowers

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 brav-el-y 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,

Fashions from Annie's despair.



With paper and shears, with some wire and wax

She made up each tulip and mum.

As snowflakes drifted into her tenement room

Her baby little fingers grew numb.



From makin' 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 in ice

Still clutchin' her poor frozen shears

Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand

And watered with all her young tears.



There must be a heaven where little Annie can play

In heavenly gardens and bowers.

And instea-a-ad of a halo she'll wear 'round 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 A-a-a-annie's

Des-pa-a-a-air.

(Give her the real thing!

Artificial Flowers /

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