any1 any good at understanding poetry?

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The Serving Maids Holiday (15th century)

All day i have tried,
I have not wound spindle or reel;
To great bliss i am brought
on this high holiday.

I cannot weave nor wind nor spin,
For joy that it is a holiday.

All unswept is our floor,
And our fire is unlit,
Our rushes are still uncut,
on this high holiday.

I cannot weave nor wind nor spin,
For joy that it is a holiday.

I must go and bring herbs in;
Thread my kerchief under my chin;
Dear jack, lend me a pin
to thread me this holiday.

I cannot weave nor wind nor spin,
For joy that it is a holiday.

Now it draws near to noon
And all my chores are undone;
I must clean my shoes a little
to make them soft on this holiday.

I cannot weave nor wind nor spin,
For joy that it is a holiday.

I must milk in this pail;
I should have cooked this whole dish,
The dough is still under my nails
as i knead on this holiday.

I cannot weave nor wind nor spin,
For joy that it is a holiday.

Jack will entice me on my way,
Desire to enjoy himself with me;
I am not even afraid of my dame
on a good holiday.

I cannot weave nor wind nor spin,
For joy that it is a holiday.

any1 any ideas?
 
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