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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Washerwoman

THE WASHERWOMAN is a member of the Salvation Army.  
And over the tub of suds rubbing underwear clean  
She sings that Jesus will wash her sins away  
And the red wrongs she has done God and man  
Shall be white as driven snow.    
Rubbing underwear she sings of the Last Great Washday.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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