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