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 in 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