An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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NATIONAL WASHERWOMEN!
They're all washing, wash—was—washing,
They're all washing, the Company by steam!
Dukes, Bishops, Earls, Lords, they have all got a share,
Judges, Councillors, and half the House of Commons, too, are there!
They have all turn'd old women, and pay them, 'tis true,
There's nothing so dirty, they will not soon get through,—
And they're all washing, wash—wash—washing,
They're all washing, the company by steam!
They're all washing, the Company by steam!
Dukes, Bishops, Earls, Lords, they have all got a share,
Judges, Councillors, and half the House of Commons, too, are there!
They have all turn'd old women, and pay them, 'tis true,
There's nothing so dirty, they will not soon get through,—
And they're all washing, wash—wash—washing,
They're all washing, the company by steam!
For the great things and fine things, the Lords take their places,
Looking after the collars, and the mantles, and the laces;
The Bishops are up to their elbows in lawn,
And have all got their aprons on, 'tis true as you are born,
And they're all washing,&c.
Looking after the collars, and the mantles, and the laces;
The Bishops are up to their elbows in lawn,
And have all got their aprons on, 'tis true as you are born,
And they're all washing,&c.
From Lincoln's Inn Hall, many old suits are there,
Though they're most of them rather the worse for wear and tear
For silk gowns the Counsellors wait your commands,
And the Lawyers have all got blue bags in their hands.
And they're all washing, &c.
Though they're most of them rather the worse for wear and tear
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And the Lawyers have all got blue bags in their hands.
And they're all washing, &c.
The Admirals duly look over the water,
While Generals and Captains, give the petticoats no quarter;
Fastly lathering away, to fill their lines quite willing,
And propping up the great things, and looking very killing.
And they're all washing,&c.
While Generals and Captains, give the petticoats no quarter;
Fastly lathering away, to fill their lines quite willing,
And propping up the great things, and looking very killing.
And they're all washing,&c.
From the stockings the Stock-brokers look for their gains,
While Merchants from the City, still toil o'er their counter pains;
The Aldermen are over the table cloths haranguing,
And the Judges are, all on the grounds, out a hanging!
And they're all washing, &c.
While Merchants from the City, still toil o'er their counter pains;
The Aldermen are over the table cloths haranguing,
And the Judges are, all on the grounds, out a hanging!
And they're all washing, &c.
For the wet-sheets, the Author and Bookseller calls,
East India Directors hanker chiefly for the shawls;
From the College of Physicians, half the faculty are dangling,
With the heads of Surgeons' Hall, to be ready for the mangling.
And they're all washing, &c.
East India Directors hanker chiefly for the shawls;
From the College of Physicians, half the faculty are dangling,
With the heads of Surgeons' Hall, to be ready for the mangling.
And they're all washing, &c.
O'er their irons in the fire, Speculators look arch,
The Society of Friends are there too, furnishing the starch;
To second all the small things, there's M. P's, as is quite proper,
And directors of mines, head and ears in the copper.
And they're all washing, &c.
The Society of Friends are there too, furnishing the starch;
To second all the small things, there's M. P's, as is quite proper,
And directors of mines, head and ears in the copper.
And they're all washing, &c.
Many Doctors and Apothecaries duly there you view,
They prescribe their sud-rifies, and their soap-oifics too;
From Duke's Place, the tribe of Israel their clothes bags in are bringing,
And many a dashing belle, while fast her clapper runs, is wringing.
And they're all washing,&c.
They prescribe their sud-rifies, and their soap-oifics too;
From Duke's Place, the tribe of Israel their clothes bags in are bringing,
And many a dashing belle, while fast her clapper runs, is wringing.
And they're all washing,&c.
The Laundresses swear 'tis a tale of a tub!
And declare they will give these old women a rub;
That unless, by white washing, they soon get some lifts,
The subscribers will quickly be put to their shifts!
And they're all washing, &c.
And declare they will give these old women a rub;
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The subscribers will quickly be put to their shifts!
And they're all washing, &c.
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