'Twas 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
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

'Twas 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-startching of her linen, oh
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

'Twas on a Wednesday 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
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

'Twas 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-ironing of her linen, oh
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

'Twas 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 of her linen, oh
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

'Twas on a Saturday 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 of her linen, oh
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away

'Twas 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
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away