I've waited longing for today
Spindle, bobbin and spool away
In joy and bliss I'm off to play
Upon this high holiday
Chorus:
Spindle, bobbin and spool away
Upon this high holiday
The floors haven't been cleaned or swept
The fireplace hasn't been cleaned or kept
I haven't cut the rushes yet
Upon this high holiday
Chorus
The milk into the pails must go
I have to roll this bowl of dough
It clogs my nails and fingers so
Upon this high holiday
Chorus
When we go along the track
At the inn, this Sunday, Jack
We'€™ll whet my whistle and pay my whack
As on ev'ry holiday
Chorus x 2
