A very odd phrase that came into repute in a brief space in the early 19th century, in the form of the impertinent query, ‘Has your mother sold her mangle?’ But its popularity was not of that boisterous and cordial kind which ensures a long continuance of favour. What tended to impede its progress was, that it could not be well applied to the older portions of society. It consequently ran but a brief career, and then sank into oblivion.
It was also heard as part of an old London Ballard:
......Now's the day and now's the hour
Pretty little Sally
My Hellen is the fairest flower
And she lives in our alley
And here is Ben the Hackney Coachman
With me and Mary ?ngle
The old woman of Rumford
Has your mother sold her mangle....
Sung to the tune -- When first I came to Lunnun
As I remember mangles always lived in the corner of the back yard and were fed wet clothing on a regular basis.
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