Before me they their secrets tell,
The news of all the day;
And for my silence I'm fed well,
But empty sent away:
Yet tho they love my company,
And seem to me so civil;
Sometimes you'd swear they thought that I
Had dealings with the devil.
Before me they their secrets tell,
The news of all the day;
And for my silence I'm fed well,
But empty sent away:
Yet tho they love my company,
And seem to me so civil;
Sometimes you'd swear they thought that I
Had dealings with the devil.