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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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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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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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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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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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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] |
