Oh, he floats through the air
With the greatest of ease,
The daring young man
On the flying trapeze.
His movements are graceful,
All the girls he does please,
And my love he has taken away.
Oh, once I was happy
But, now I'm forlorn.
Like an old coat
That is tattered and torn.
I'm left in this wide world
To fret and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid in her teens.
Now this girl that I loved,
She was handsome and swell
And I tried all I knew her to please;
But I never could please her
A quarter as well
As the man on the flying trapeze.
Oh, he floats through the air
With the greatest of ease,
The daring young man
On the flying trapeze.
His movements are graceful,
All the girls he does please,
Now the young man by name
Was Senor Bonislang,
Tall, big and handsome
As well made as Chang.
Where e'er he appeared
How the hall loudly rang
With ovations by all people there.
He'd smile from the bar
On the people below
And one night he smiled on my love
She winked back at him
And shouted
As he hung by his nose from above.
Oh, he floats through the air
With the greatest of ease,
The daring young man
On the flying trapeze.
His movements are graceful,
All the girls he does please,
And my love he has taken away.
The Man On The Flying Trapeze
Nursery Rhymes, Poems, and Songs