Dashing away with the smoothing iron

I remember my mother teaching me this song when I was a very very young lad. It isn't complicated. I don't know why, but it suddenly came into my head last night. My mother remains well.

'Twas on a Monday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-washing of her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

'Twas on a Tuesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble, O
A-hanging out her linen, O

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

'Twas on a Wednesday morning
When I beheld my darling ...etc

Dashing away with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

By now I am expecting that you have the drift ... only a few more verses to go.

'Twas on a Thursday morning
When I beheld my darling ...etc

'Twas on a Friday morning
When I beheld my darling ...etc

'Twas on a Saturday morning
When I beheld my darling ...etc

'Twas on a Sunday morning
When I beheld my darling ... etc

You can hear its tune, here