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![]() ERE the children Came next morn, Walking by
The river Orne; Near the poplars
On the green, Where the Washerwives
Are seen. Here they looked
At old Nannette, Wringing out
The garments wet; Saw how Eugenie,
Her daughter, Soaked them first
In running water; Watched the washers
Soaping, scrubbing, With their mallets
Rubbing, drubbing— Working hard
With all their, might, Till the clothes
Were clean and white.
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