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 burst her 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?