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 Leaving 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 a few pennies a day She made artificial flowersartificial flowers Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear She made artificial flowersartificial flowers Fashioned from annie s despair With papers and shearswith wire and wax She made up each tulip and mum As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room Her baby little fingers grew numb >from artificial flowersthose artificial flowers Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear She made artificial flowersartificial flowers Made from annie s despair And they found little annie all covered with ice Still clutching her poor frozen shears Amidst all the blossomsshe 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 instead of haloshe ll wear round her head A garland of genuine flowers No more artificial flowersartificial flowers Flowers for ladies of society to wear Those artificial flowersartificial flowers Fashioned from annie s Fashioned from annie s despair

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