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Robert W Service - Washerwife
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The aged Queen who passed away
Had sixty servants, so they say;
Twice sixty hands her shoes to tie:
Two soapy ones have I.

The old Queen had of beds a score;
A cot have I and ask no more.
For when the last is said and done
One can but die in one.

The old Queen rightly thought that she
Was better than the likes o` me;
And yet I`m glad despite her grace
I am not in her place.

The old Queen`s gone and I am here,
To eat my tripe and drink my beer,
Athinkin` as I wash my clothes:
We must have monarchs, I suppose . . .
Well, well,—`Taint no skin off my nose!
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