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Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth

Empty the dustpan and poison the mothHang out the washing and butter the breadSew on a button and make up the bedWhere is the mother whose house is so shocking?She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stewAnd out in the yard there's a hullabalooThe cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrowFor children grow up, I've learned to my sorrowSo quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleepI'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.