Letras
I've waited longing for today
Spindle bobbin and spool away
In joy and bliss I'm off to play
Upon this high holiday
And spindle bobbin and spool away
Oh joy that it's a holiday
The dirt upon the floor's unswept
The fireplace isn't cleaned and kept
I haven't cut the rushes yet
Upon this high holiday
And spindle bobbin and spool away
Oh joy that it's a holiday
In pails the milk has got to go
I ought to spread this bowl of dough
It clogs my nails and fingers so
As I knead this high holiday
And spindle bobbin and spool away
Oh joy that it's a holiday
The cooking herbs I must fetch in
And fix my kerchief under my chin
Darling Jack, lend me a pin
To fix me well this holiday
And spindle bobbin and spool away
Oh joy that it's a holiday
And when we stop beside the track
At the inn this Sunday, Jack
Will wet my whistle and pay my wag
As on every holiday
And spindle bobbin and spool away
Oh joy that it's a holiday
I've waited longing for today
Spindle bobbin and spool away
In joy and bliss I'm off to play
Upon this high holiday
And spindle bobbin and spool away
Oh joy that it's a holiday