YE SONG OF YE GOSSIPS

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One old maid, 

One old maid,

 

And another old maid, 

And another old maid,

 

And another old maid—that's three— 

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."  H. PYLE

As they sat sipping their tea.

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They talked of this,

And they talked of that,

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