Dashing Away With the Smoothing Iron Lyrics

'Twas on a Monday 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, :|
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, :|
She stole my heart away.

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

'Twas on a Friday morning . . . .
A-folding of her linen . . . .
'Twas on a Saturday morning . . . .
A-airing of her linen . . . .

'Twas on a Sunday morning . . . .
A-wearing of her linen . . . .