| Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman
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| Working in the noon day sun
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| Doing what your mother’s done
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| Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman
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| Men folk, busy mending nets
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| Children playing with their pets
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| If you take a look around you
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| At the clothiers there on the ground
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| You maybe notice that they get them very clean
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| If you mention automation
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| They’ll reply with indignation
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| There is just no fascination
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| In a washing machine
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| (Break of day till setting sun, woman’s work is never done,
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| Work our fingers to the bone, but you never hear us moan)
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| Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman
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| Laughing gaily all the while
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| You look lovely when you smile
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| Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman
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| Thankful for the end of day
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| Work is done, now it’s time for play |