The Pretty washermaiden

The pretty washermaiden,
She washes on always!
And as she rubs, and as she wrings,
Her shapely body sways and springs
As if to bursTher stays.

Her cheek is rich and shining
And brown as any egg,
And, when she dives into her tub
To duck the linen she's to scrub,
She shows the neatest leg!

Her round arms white with lather,
Her elbows fresh and red,
Her mouth the rosiest of buds,
Who would not risk a shower of suds
To kiss her dainty head?
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