Pierrot

I work all day,

Said Simple John,

Myself a house to buy.

I work all day,

Said Simple John,

But Pierrot wondered why.

For Pierrot loved the long white road,

And Pierrot loved the moon,

And Pierrot loved a star-filled sky,

And the breath of a rose in June.

I have one wife,

Said Simple John,

And, faith, I love her yet.

I have one wife,

Said Simple John,

But Pierrot left Pierrette.

For Pierrot saw a world of girls,

And Pierrot loved each one,

And Pierrot thought all maidens fair

As flowers in the sun.

Oh, I am good,

Said Simple John,

The Lord will take me in.

Yes, I am good,

Said Simple John,

But Pierrot's steeped in sin.

For Pierrot played on a slim guitar,

And Pierrot loved the moon,

And Pierrot ran down the long white road

With the burgher’s wife one June.