I took my sin to market And led it through the town; The people flocked about me, And didn't even frown: They paid me money down. I took my love to market And cried it on the square; The people came to see it And called it pretty ware: They bade me keep it there. I took my soul to market. The people stood aghast; They ran into their houses And locked the shutters fast: They trembled when I passed. |