Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,

While the white foam rises high,

And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,

And fasten the clothes to dry;

Then out in the free fresh air they ...  [+]

Four little chests all in a row,

Dim with dust and worn by time,

All fashioned and filled long ago

By children now in their prime.

Four little keys hung side by side,

With ...  [+]

Oft, in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber,
By the flickering ...  [+]