a man and a girl,
strolling along in the shade.
He is a marquis, the son of an earl,
she is a pure village maid.
He tells her he loves her
again and again,
she thinks he is loyal and true.
And then comes the night
that he gives her champagne,
and tells what he ought not to do.
Only a glass of champagne,
but it led a poor girl into sin.
Only a glass of champagne,
it was the door where the devil crept in.
It's just an old story,
it's always the same,
just like a poor moth
she flew too near the flame.
She owned her wings
and she lost her good day
All through a glass of champagne
Now think of her future,
the sorrow and shame
Neither a maid nor a wife
Think of her parents
who gave her the name
She has dishonoured for life
For what's to become of her
Spurned and reviled,
into oblivi on her
And what can she offer
the fatherless child
that she has bringed into the world?
Only a glass of champagne,
but it led a poor girl into sin
Only a glass of champagne,
t 'was the door where the devil crept in
She lost her honour in sorrow and pain
With her false lover she pleaded in vain
But by the next morning
she'd lost it again
All through a glass of champagne
Only a glass of champagne,
but it led a poor girl into sin
Only a glass of champagne,
it was the door where the devil crept in
So all you young maidens,
take warning from her
If you're taken out by a lord or a sir
Be careful you don't let
the same thing occur
All from our glass -glass
champagne!
Good health!