Dee-da-dee dee-da-dee
Three times the washing machine
Sings come and get me
Your chores aren't done
Until you can sit in the yard
Watching two doves in the sun
Talking Polish or Ukrainian
Under the trees over the fence
Like days off used to be
When I was young I did the laundry
On an old ringer washer
Pressing the sheets into cardboard
Dropping them into a tub of cold water
To rinse and ring them out again
Then hang them on the line
Sometimes to freeze dry out there
Under a foggy winter's sun
Blood is the worst stain
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