Wring out the old, wring out the new,
Wring out the black, wring out the gray,
Wring out the white, wring out the blue--
And thus I wring my life away.
An occupation strange is mine;
At least it seems to people droll
That while I'm working at the line
I'm going on from pole to pole.
Where'er I go I strive to please,
From morn to night I rub and rub;
I'm something like Diogenes--
I almost live within a tub.
To acrobats who vault and spring
In circuses I take a shine;
They make their living in the ring,
And by the wringer I make mine.
My calling's humble, I'll agree,
But I am no cheap calico,
As some folks are who sneer at me;
I'm something that will wash, you know.
I smile in calm, I strive in storm,
With life's adversities I cope
My duties bravely to perform;
My motto--While there's life there's soap.
Wring out the old, wring out the new,
Wring out the black, wring out the gray,
Wring out the white, wring out the blue--
And thus I wring my life away.
Mr. Caudle Lends Five Pounds.