A forgotten prostitute, maybe because of her age or waning beauty, is trying to attract the attention of clients by singing and playing music. Because the clients are not coming to her anymore, she has to go about the city in search of them. The harlot seems to address herself in self-pity.
16 Prends la harpe, parcours la ville, Prostituée qu'on oublie! Joue bien, répète tes chants, Pour qu'on se souvienne de toi!