Dashing Away
With The Smoothing Iron 'Twas on a Monday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-washing of her linen, O (Refrain) Dashing away with the smoothing iron Dashing away with the smoothing iron She stole my heart away. 'Twas on a Tuesday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-hanging out her linen, O (Refrain) 'Twas on a Wednesday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-starching of her linen, O (Refrain) 'Twas on a Thursday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-ironing of her linen, O (Refrain) 'Twas on a Friday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-folding of her linen, O (Refrain) 'Twas on a Saturday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-airing of her linen, O (Refrain) 'Twas on a Sunday morning When I beheld my darling She looked so neat and charming In every high degree She looked so neat and nimble, O A-wearing of her linen, O (Refrain) |
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