Woe to him who slanders women. Scorning them is no right thing. All the blame they've ever had is undeserved, of that I'm sure. Sweet their speech and neat their voices. They are a sort I dearly love. Woe to the reckless who revile them. Woe to him who slanders women. Treason, killing, they won't commit nor any loathsome, hateful thing. Church or bell they won't profane. Woe to him who slanders women. But for women we would have, for certain, neither kings nor prelates, prophets mighty, free from fault. Woe to him who slanders women. They are the victims of their hearts. They love a sound and slender man - not soon do they dislike the same. Woe to him who slanders women. Ancient persons, stout and grey, they will not choose for company, but choose a juicy branch, though poor, Woe to him who slanders women!