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The Smoothing Iron


'Twas on the Monday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Washing her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.

'Twas on the Tuesday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Shaking her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.

'Twas on the Wednesday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Drying her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.

'Twas on the Thursday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Airing her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.

'Twas on the Friday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Ironing her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.

'Twas on the Saturday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Folding her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.

'Twas on the Sunday morning,
When I beheld my darling.
She looked so neat and charming,
In every high degree.
She looked so neat and mini-Oh
Wearing her linen-Oh!
Dashing away with a smoothing iron,
She stole my hear away.



 


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