Dashing Away With the Smoothing Iron
(Trad. Somerset)

'Twas on a Mon day morning
When I beheld my darling,
She looked so neat and charming
In ev'ry high degree.
She looked so neat and nimble, O,
A-washing of her linen, O,
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 ev'ry high degree.
She looked so neat and nimble, O,
A-hanging out her linen, O,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
Dashing away with the smoothing iron,
She stole my heart away.

'Twas on a Wednesday morning...
A-starching of her linen...

Thursday
A-ironing

Friday
A-folding

Saturday
A-airing

Sunday
A-wearing

Collected by Cecil Sharp
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