A Little Gossip

[SANCHO]
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 Teresa beat me
But the blows fell very lightly 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 knack!

(spoken)
Of course, I hit her back, your Grace
But she's a lot hardеr than I am and you know what they say—
"Whether thе stone hits the pitcher or the pitcher hits the stone
It's going to be bad for the pitcher"
So I've got bruises from here to—

(sung)
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 every day
Why, when I'm asleep a dragon with his fiery tongue a-waggin'
Whispers, "Sancho, won't you please come out and play?"