Blue was the Belle of the Fluters’ Ball,
Red, white, and green were her suitors tall,
Danced she the dance from wall to wall,
And did the men in the hall enthrall.
Yet when she spake,
The spell did break,
And men, awake,
Cried “Her forsake!”
Blue was the Belle of the Fluters’ Ball,
Wept tears and wine of the bitt’rest gall,
For she spoke too soon and lost it all,
And left the ball and the hall withal.
