Ye Song Of Ye Gossips

1

One old maid, And another old maid, And another old maid--that's three-- And they were agossiping, I am afraid, As they sat sipping their tea.

2

They talked of this, And they talked of that, In the usual gossiping way Until everybody was black as your hat, And the only ones white were they.

3

One old maid, And another old maid,-- For the third had gone into the street-- Who talked in a way of that third old maid, Which never would do to repeat.

4

And now but one Dame sat all alone, For the others were both away. "I've never yet met," said she, with a groan, "Such scandalous talkers as they."

5

"Alas! and alack!" "We're all of a pack! For no matter how we walk, Or what folk say to our face, our back Is sure to breed gossip and talk."