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
For joy that is high 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
For joy that is high a holiday!

In pails the milk has got to go;
I have 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
For joy that is high 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
For joy that is high a holiday!

And when we stop beside the track
At the inn, this Sunday, Jack
Will whet my whistle and pay my whack
As on every holiday

And spindle, bobbin and spool, away
For joy that is high 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
For joy that is high a holiday!