A RAINY WESHIN DAY

Of a' the plagues a poor man meets,
Alang life's weary way,
There's nyen amang them a' that beats
A rainy weshin'-day.
An let that day come when it mun,
It a'ways is maw care,
Before aw break maw fast, to pray
It may be fine an' fair.
Chorus:
For it's thump! thump! souse! souse!
Scrub! scrub away!
There's nowt but glumpin' i' the house
Upon a weshin'-day.

For sud the morn when Sall torns oot,
Be rainy, dark, or dull,
She cloots the bits o' bairns aboot,
An' packs them off to skuil.
In ivvery day throuhoot the week
The goodman hez his say,
But this; when if he chance to speak,
It's--"Get oot o' maw way!"
Chorus:
For it's thump! thump! souse! souse!
Scrub! scrub away!
There's nowt but glumpin' i' the house
Upon a weshin'-day.

Her step hez starn defiance in't,
She luiks a' fire an'tow;
A single word, like spark frae flint,
Wad set her iv a low.
The varry claes upon her back,
Sae pinn'd an' tuck't up are,
As if they'd say, to bairns an' Jack,
"Come near me if ye daur."
Chorus:
For it's thump! thump! souse! souse!
Scrub! scrub away!
There's nowt but glumpin' i' the house
Upon a weshin'-day.

The cat's the picture o' distress,
The kittlins daur na' play;
Poor Pincher niver shows his fyece.
Upon this dreary day.
The burd sits mopin' on the balk,
Like sumthing iv a flay;
The pig's as hungry as a hawk;
The hens lay a' away.
Chorus:
For it's thump! thump! souse! souse!
Scrub! scrub away!
There's nowt but glumpin' i' the house
Upon a weshin'-day.

The hearth is a' wi cinders strown,
The floor with dorty duds;
The hoose is a' turn'd upside doon
When Sal is i' the suds.
But when the fray's a' ower an' duin,
An' a's hung up to dry,
A cup, an' blast o' baccy, suin
Blaws a' bad temper bye.
Chorus (changed):
Then the thump! thump! souse! souse! Scrub! Scrub away!
Myek ne mair glumpin' i' the hoose-
Until next weshin'-day.

(Thomas Wilson)