Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Dashing Away With The Smoothing Iron


'Twas on a Monday morning
When I beheld my darling;
She looked so neat and charming
In ev'ry 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 darling; etc.
A-hanging out her linen, O,
(Dashing away etc.
'Twas on a Wednesday morning,
(When I beheld my darling; etc.
A-starching of her linen, O,
(Dashing away etc.
'Twas on a Thursday morning,
(When I beheld my darling; etc.
A-ironing of her linen, O,
(Dashing away etc.

'Twas on a Friday morning,
(When I beheld my darling; etc.
A-folding of her linen, O,
(Dashing away etc.
'Twas on a Saturday morning,
(When I beheld my darling; etc.
A-airing of her linen,O,
(Dashing away etc.
'Twas on a Sunday morning,
(When I beheld my darling; etc.
A-wearing of her linen,O,
(Dashing away etc.