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Wash, hands, wash, Daddy's gone to plough, If you want your hands wash'd, Have them wash'd now.

[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having their hands washed. _Mutatis mutandis_, the lines will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as brushing hair, &c.]

My little old man and I fell out, I'll tell you what 'twas all about: I had money, and he had none, And that's the way the row begun.