And send home our linen all rotten and ragged!
Scrub-a-scrub-scrub!
Three fiends at a tub:
In chemical bleachings they dabble and grub.
Our shirts each bespatters
Then brush them to tatters.
The wearers get mad as March hares or as hatters!
Rub-a-scrub-scrub!
Three hags at a tub:
They scrape with a wire-brush, and pound with a club!