Dashing Away With A Smoothing Iron

It was on a Monday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble, oh
A-washing of her linen,
oh Dashing away with
the smoothing iron
She was dashing away with
the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Tuesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh, A-hanging out her linen,
oh dashing away with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Wednesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

It was on a Thursday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh a-airing on her linen,
oh dashing away with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Friday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh a-folding off her linen,
oh dashing away with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Saturday morning
When I beheld my darling
He beheld his darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

It was on a Sunday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh a-wearing of her linen,
oh dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.