When my memories wander/
to the ladies who launder/
Of whom I was fonder than most/
From the past’s mists emergent/
Comes the smell of detergent/
Wherein lingers a laundress’s ghost…///
When my memories wander/
to the ladies who launder/
Of whom I was fonder than most/
From the past’s mists emergent/
Comes the smell of detergent/
Wherein lingers a laundress’s ghost…///