A little gossip A little chat A little idle talk of this And that I'll tell him all The troubles I have had And since he doesn't hear At least he won't feel bad
When I first got home my wife Theresa beat me But the blows feel very littely on my back She kept missing every other stroke and crying from the heart That while I was gone she'd gone and lost the nack!
(talking) Of course I hit her back, your Grace. But she's a lot harder than I am! And you know what they say, whether the stone hits the pitcher or the pitcher hits the stone... it's going to be bad for the pitcher.
(singing) A... little gossip A little chat A little idle talk of this And that If no one listens Then it's just as well At least I won't get caught In any lies I tell
Oh I haven't fought a windmill in a fortnight! And the humble joys get duller everyday Why when I'm asleep a dragon with his firey tongue a waggin' Whispers, Sancho won't you please come out to play?