He kissed me, and I knew 't was wrong, For he was neither kith nor kin. Must one do penance very long For such a tiny little sin? He pressed my hand, that was not right; Why will men have such wicked ways? It was not for a moment quite, But in it there were days and days. There's mischief in the moon, I know, I'm positive I saw it wink; When I requested him to go, I meant it too, I think. Yet after all, I'm not to blame, He took the kiss. I do think men Are born without a sense of shame. I wonder when he'll come again?
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Clara Kathleen Rogers (1844 - 1931), "Confession", op. 20 (Six Songs) no. 2, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Boston : Arthur P. Schmidt and Co. [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
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