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Peasant Girls: Adina! Adina! That wretched Adina! She screeches and squawks like an old concertina. Her gossiping, gossiping, strikes me as vicious. Oh, did she indeed spread these rumours malicious? Gianetta: She speaks foul conjecture. The girl needs a lecture. Oh, what is she thinking? I bet she's been drinking. Maria: To say what she's guessing Is rude and distressing. To curse us with rumours, She must have gone bloomers! Tomaso: If you can't be pleasant, Say nothing at all. This ill-mannered peasant Is due for a fall. Girls: This ill-mannered peasant Is due for a fall. Ah! Adina! Adina! That wretched Adina! She screeches and squawks like an old concertina. Her gossiping, gossiping, strikes me as vicious. Oh did she indeed spread these rumours malicious? Adina! Adina! ...etc. 
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