Who had the slick tongue of a Judas—and that was your prodigal son;
Though the boy is upheld and forgiven, it is common all over the world,
That you scornfully point out for gossip the poor little prodigal girl.
There is nothing so truly pathetic as the life of the maidens who fall,
And if you search down to the bottom, you will find man the cause of it all.
But he is led back in society and nursed with the tenderest care,
Held up to the world as a hero, and mentioned in fervent prayer,
While she is cast out from her loved ones; out in the hard, cruel world,
And everyone points out and scorns her, the poor little prodigal girl,
Now, as has been said quite often, and we will repeat it again,