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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER PORTRAIT BY PICHER by FRANCES BAKER IN THE SUBJUNCTIVE by BERTON BRALEY |