I've waited longing for today,
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Spindle, bobbin and spool away,
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In joy and bliss I'm off to play,
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Upon this high holiday.
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[Chorus:]
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And spindle, bobbin and spool away
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Oh joy that it's a holiday!
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The dirt upon the floor's unswept,
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The fireplace isn't cleaned or kept,
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I haven't cut the rushes yet,
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Upon this high holiday.
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[Chorus]
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In pails the milk has got to go,
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I ought to spread this bowl of dough,
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It clogs my nails and fingers so,
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As I knead this high holiday!
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[Chorus]
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The cooking hearths I must fetch in,
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And fix my kerchief under my chin,
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Darling Jack, lend me a pin
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To fix me well this holiday!
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[Chorus]
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But when we stop beside the track,
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At the inn, this Sunday, Jack.
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We'll whet my whistle and pay my whack
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As on ev'ry holiday.
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[Chorus]
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I've waited longing for today,
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Spindle, bobbin and spool away,
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In joy and bliss I'm off to play,
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Upon this high holiday.
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Serving Girls Holiday
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| Kate Rusby |
