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 flowers, artificial flowers
   Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
   She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
   Fashioned from Annie's despair
  
   With papers and shears, with 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 flowers, those artificial flowers
   Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear
   She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
   Made from Annie's despair
  
   And they found little Annie all covered with ice
   Still clutching her poor frozen shears
   Amidst all the blossoms, she 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 halo, she'll wear round her head
   A garland of genuine flowers
  
   No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
   Flowers for ladies of society to wear
   Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
   Fashioned from Annie's
   Fashioned from Annie's despair