She Kept Her Secret Well, Oh, Yes, Her Hideous Secret Well. We Together Were Cast, I Knew Not Her Past; For How Was I To Tell? I Married Her, Guileless Lamb I Was; I'd Have Died For Her Sweet Sake. How Could I Have Known That My Angeline Had Been A Human Snake? Ah, We Had Been Wed But A Week Or Two When I Found Her Quite A Wreck: Her Limbs Were Tied In A Double Bow-Knot At The Back Of Her Swan-Like Neck. No Curse There Sprang To My Pallid Lips, Nor Did I Reproach Her Then; I Calmly Untied My Bonny Bride And Straightened Her Out Again. Refrain My Angeline! My Angeline! Why Didst Disturb My Mind Serene? My Well-Beloved Circus Queen, My Human Snake, My Angeline! At Night I'd Wake At The Midnight Hour, With A Weird And Haunted Feeling, And There She'd Be, In Her Robe De Nuit, A-Walking Upon The Ceiling. She Said She Was Being "The Human Fly," And She'd Lift Me Up From Beneath By A Section Slight Of My Garb Of Night, Which She Held In Her Pearly Teeth. For The Sweet, Sweet Sake Of The Human Snake I'd Have Stood This Conduct Shady; But She Skipped In The End With An Old, Old Friend, An Eminent Bearded Lady. But, Oh, At Night, When My Slumber'S Light, Regret Comes O'Er Me Stealing; For I Miss The Sound Of Those Little Feet, As They Pattered Along The Ceiling. Refrain My Angeline! My Angeline! Why Didst Disturb My Mind Serene? My Well-Beloved Circus Queen, My Human Snake, My Angeline!