Yes, people will talk; the
saying is true;
They will talk about me, they
will talk about you.
If we go to the opera, some
one will say
We should go to the church and
learn how to pray.
If we go to the church and
offer up prayers,
They say we are hypocrites and
putting on airs.
If we are rich they call us a
thief,
Scoff at our sorrows, and
laugh at our grief.
If we are poor, they say that
we shirk—
We always were lazy, and never
would work.
They talk of our prospects,
they talk of our past,
And if we are happy, they say
it can’t last.
They talk of our loved ones,
they talk of our foes,
They talk of our follies, they
talk of our woes.
They talk of our joys, they
talk of our fears,
They talk of our smiles, they
talk of our tears.
They talk if we’re single,
they talk if we’re wed,
They talk of us living, they
talk of us dead.
Though we live like an angel
with circumspect walk,
Our efforts are useless; for
people will talk
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