http://www.folkinfo.org/songs/displa...php?songid= 264 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, O, A-washing of her linen, O,
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 ...