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 ?