OLD LADY RUMOR
There is nothing like a rumor just to set the gang afire,They receive it,And believe it,Does it matter who’s the liar?No, it doesn’t. For as often as we hear of something new,Though it’s doubted,It is shoutedBy our gossip-loving crew.Conversation is a morsel, and, with greedy appetite,How we chew it,As we brew it,Be it daytime, be it night.Back in the States it started and continues o’er the foam,And we’ll swallyIt, by golly,When we join the Soldiers’ Home!A-h-h-h—men-n!C. H. MacCoy, Base Hosp. 38.
There is nothing like a rumor just to set the gang afire,They receive it,And believe it,Does it matter who’s the liar?No, it doesn’t. For as often as we hear of something new,Though it’s doubted,It is shoutedBy our gossip-loving crew.Conversation is a morsel, and, with greedy appetite,How we chew it,As we brew it,Be it daytime, be it night.Back in the States it started and continues o’er the foam,And we’ll swallyIt, by golly,When we join the Soldiers’ Home!A-h-h-h—men-n!C. H. MacCoy, Base Hosp. 38.
There is nothing like a rumor just to set the gang afire,They receive it,And believe it,Does it matter who’s the liar?No, it doesn’t. For as often as we hear of something new,Though it’s doubted,It is shoutedBy our gossip-loving crew.Conversation is a morsel, and, with greedy appetite,How we chew it,As we brew it,Be it daytime, be it night.Back in the States it started and continues o’er the foam,And we’ll swallyIt, by golly,When we join the Soldiers’ Home!A-h-h-h—men-n!C. H. MacCoy, Base Hosp. 38.
There is nothing like a rumor just to set the gang afire,
They receive it,
And believe it,
Does it matter who’s the liar?
No, it doesn’t. For as often as we hear of something new,
Though it’s doubted,
It is shouted
By our gossip-loving crew.
Conversation is a morsel, and, with greedy appetite,
How we chew it,
As we brew it,
Be it daytime, be it night.
Back in the States it started and continues o’er the foam,
And we’ll swally
It, by golly,
When we join the Soldiers’ Home!
A-h-h-h—men-n!
C. H. MacCoy, Base Hosp. 38.