THE CLEAN FACE;
or,
THE BOY WASHED BY HIS ELDER SISTER.
Oh! why must my face be wash'd so clean,
And scrubb'd and drench'd for Sunday,
When you know very well (as you've always seen)
'Twill be dirty again on Monday?
My hair is stiff with the lathery soap
That behind my ears is dripping;
And my smarting eyes I'm afraid to ope;