She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows
She talks of s*uts, marks each unmended gown
Her self the dirtiest s*ut in all the town
She stands with eager haste at slander's tale
And drinks the news as drunkards drink their ale
Excuse is ready at the biggest lie
She only heard it and it pa**es bye
The very cat looks up and knows her face
And hastens to the chair to get the place
When once set down she never goes away
Till tales are done and talk has nought to say
She goes from house to house the village oer
Her slander bothers everybody's door