WASHING DAY
The children are cross
And I am at loss,
For I can't get my washing begun,
I've to knead up the bread,
And comb Mary's head,
And mend Ellen's frock,
And it's eleven o'clock,
Oh! when will my washing get done?
And I am at loss,
For I can't get my washing begun,
I've to knead up the bread,
And comb Mary's head,
And mend Ellen's frock,
And it's eleven o'clock,
Oh! when will my washing get done?
I've burnt the dinner,
Ain't I a sinner,
What will my husband say?
A knock at the door,
And look at the floor!
Give me the broom
Till I sweep the room—
Oh hateful washing day!
Ain't I a sinner,
What will my husband say?
A knock at the door,
And look at the floor!
Give me the broom
Till I sweep the room—
Oh hateful washing day!
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