UNCLE NICK, ON GOSSIPERS.
When people git to gossipin’ sometimes they’ll set an’ talkFer hours an’ hours together, jest ez reg’ler ez a clock;I s’pose they think folks love to hear their never-endin’ yop,—But when Samantha’s talked a while she knows enough to stop.When Mrs. Jones wuz tellin’ et our place the other day,Thet Mrs. Williams told her thet her neighbor, Mrs. Gray,Sed she never saw so big a story-teller’s Widder Heath—Samantha set there quiet, with her tongue between her teeth.She ain’t ferever slingin’ out sech everlastin’ gab:—She of’en sez “it’s bad enough to hear the neighbors blab;”But she jest stays et home instid an’ ’tends to fam’ly cares,An’ never tells the neighborhood about her home affairs.We don’t take any papers, but with news we’re well supplied;Fer the neighbors tell us every birth an’ death an’ suicide:When Mrs. Jones comes up our walk a-squeakin’ them new shoes,Sometimes Samantha’ll say to me, “here comes the daily news.”
When people git to gossipin’ sometimes they’ll set an’ talkFer hours an’ hours together, jest ez reg’ler ez a clock;I s’pose they think folks love to hear their never-endin’ yop,—But when Samantha’s talked a while she knows enough to stop.When Mrs. Jones wuz tellin’ et our place the other day,Thet Mrs. Williams told her thet her neighbor, Mrs. Gray,Sed she never saw so big a story-teller’s Widder Heath—Samantha set there quiet, with her tongue between her teeth.She ain’t ferever slingin’ out sech everlastin’ gab:—She of’en sez “it’s bad enough to hear the neighbors blab;”But she jest stays et home instid an’ ’tends to fam’ly cares,An’ never tells the neighborhood about her home affairs.We don’t take any papers, but with news we’re well supplied;Fer the neighbors tell us every birth an’ death an’ suicide:When Mrs. Jones comes up our walk a-squeakin’ them new shoes,Sometimes Samantha’ll say to me, “here comes the daily news.”
When people git to gossipin’ sometimes they’ll set an’ talkFer hours an’ hours together, jest ez reg’ler ez a clock;I s’pose they think folks love to hear their never-endin’ yop,—But when Samantha’s talked a while she knows enough to stop.
When Mrs. Jones wuz tellin’ et our place the other day,Thet Mrs. Williams told her thet her neighbor, Mrs. Gray,Sed she never saw so big a story-teller’s Widder Heath—Samantha set there quiet, with her tongue between her teeth.
She ain’t ferever slingin’ out sech everlastin’ gab:—She of’en sez “it’s bad enough to hear the neighbors blab;”But she jest stays et home instid an’ ’tends to fam’ly cares,An’ never tells the neighborhood about her home affairs.
We don’t take any papers, but with news we’re well supplied;Fer the neighbors tell us every birth an’ death an’ suicide:When Mrs. Jones comes up our walk a-squeakin’ them new shoes,Sometimes Samantha’ll say to me, “here comes the daily news.”