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Washing Day.
The sky with clouds was overcast,The rain began to fall,My wife she beat the children,And raised a pretty squall:She bade me, with a scolding look,To get out of the way;The de'il a bit of comfort is thereOn the washing day.
For it is thump, thump, scold, scold,Thump thump away;The de'il a bit of comfort is thereOn a washing day.
My Kate she is a bonny wife,There's none more free from evil,Except upon a washing day,And then she is the devil:The very kittens on the hearthThy dare not even tplay;Away they jump with many a thump,Upon a washing day.For its thump, thump, &c.
A friend of mine once asked me,"How long's poor Kate been dead?"Lamenting the good creature,And sorry I was wed
