Washerwoman - Cliff Richard, The Shadows

Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman

Working in the noon day sun

Doing what your mother’s done

Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman

Men folk, busy mending nets

Children playing with their pets

If you take a look around you

At the clothiers there on the ground

You maybe notice that they get them very clean

If you mention automation

They’ll reply with indignation

There is just no fascination

In a washing machine

(Break of day till setting sun, woman’s work is never done,

Work our fingers to the bone, but you never hear us moan)

Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman

Laughing gaily all the while

You look lovely when you smile

Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman

Thankful for the end of day

Work is done, now it’s time for play