And soon the clothes were tubbed,
And Borax sifted in the suds,
And every piece was scrubbed.
My! how the dirt did disappear—
Thanks to the Borax, fine!
Mount Washington began to melt,
And soon was on the line!
“Oh! won’t the girl be glad, my men!”
The Captain said with glee,
“When she comes down to do her wash,