Serving Girl's 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

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 (after each verse):

And spindle, bobbin and spool away
A joy that it's a holiday!

Chorus (after each verse):

And spindle, bobbin and spool away
A 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

The floors haven't been cleaned or swept
The fireplace hasn't cleaned or kept
I haven't cut the rushes yet
Upon this high 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 need this high holiday

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

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

And when we stop along the track
Unto the inn, this Sunday, Jack
We'll whet my whistle and pay my whack
Upon this high holiday

(repeat first verse)