co?c soxvas, ?217 To, sa?s he, to kill himself a brave man scorns; Tol de, &c. 80, instead of' his throat, he cut his corns. Tol do, &c. THE WASHING DAY. T?l sky with clouds was overcast, The rain began to fall, My wife she heat the children, . And rais'd a pretty ?luall; 8he bade me with a'scolding look, To get out of her way; The do'il a bit of comfort's there, All on a washing day. Fo? it's thump, thump, scold, scold, thump, thump away, The de'il a bit o� comfort's there, all on a washing diy. My Kate she is a bonny wife, There's aone so free from evil, �Except up?a. a w?hing day, And then s? is the devil; The very kittens on the hearth, They will not even play? Away they jump, with many a thump, All on a washing day. �For it's thump, A friend of mine once asked me, How long Kate had been doad? Lamenting the good creature, And sorry I was wed To such a scolding vixen, Whilst he had been at sea.? The truth it was he chanced to come Upon a washing day, When it was thump, &e.. 1o
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