P
p1nkcand1e
Guest
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?
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?