“All around the green gravel,
The grass grows so green,
And all the pretty maids are fit to be seen;
Wash them in milk,
Dress them in silk,
And the first to go down shall be married.”
“Bonny lass, pretty lass, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shall not wash dishes,
Nor yet serve the swine;
Thou shalt sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
And thou shalt eat strawberries, sugar;
and cream!”
“Bring one down, and we’ll wash it.′ Alison say Gwyn lift a plate from the top of the nearest pile, and then he lurched, and nearly put his foot through the ceiling between the joists.”
“They that wash on Monday. Have all the week to dry, They that wash on Tuesday. Are not so much awry, They that wash on Wednesday, are not much to blame, They that wash on Thursday, Wash for shame, They that wash on Friday, Wash in need, But they that wash on Saturday, Oh! they are sluts indeed.”