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 Washing Day.

The sky with clouds was overcast, The rain began to fall, My wife she heat 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 there On the washing day.

For it is thump, thump, scold, scold, Thump thump away ; The de’il a bit of comfort is there On 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 hearth Thy 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