SERVING GIRL’S HOLIDAY

Spin, spin, spin, spin

I’ve waited, longing for this day
Spindle, bobbin and spool away;
in joy and bliss I’m off to play
on this glorious holiday

Oh, spindle, bobbin and spool away
on this glorious holiday

The dirt upon the floor’s unswept
the fireplace isn’t cleaned and kept;
I haven’t trimmed the candles yet
on this glorious holiday

In pails the milk has got to go
I ought to spread this ball of dough
Ir clogs my nails and fingers so
on this glorious holiday

The cooking herbs I must fetch in
and fix my kerchief under my chin
Darling Jack, lend me your pin
to fix me well this holiday

And when we stop beside the track
at the inn this Sunday, Jack
I’ll wet my whistle and pay my whack
on this glorious holiday

Oh, spindle, bobbin and spool away
on this glorious holiday