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Folk Song
Bind the distaff round with white
Spin for your true love's delight,
Spin a veil to lift aside
When he claims you as his bride.
Spin for your true love's delight,
Spin a veil to lift aside
When he claims you as his bride.
Bind the distaff round with blue
Spinning for the priest his due,
A stole to wear when you two stand
By his altar hand in hand.
Spinning for the priest his due,
A stole to wear when you two stand
By his altar hand in hand.
Bind the distaff round with rose
Spin, as dawn to daylight grows,
Spin to weave white linen, meet
For the first-born's cradle sheet.
Spin, as dawn to daylight grows,
Spin to weave white linen, meet
For the first-born's cradle sheet.
Bind the distaff round with red
When you need to spin the thread
For a kerchief soft to dry
Tears which gather in the eye.
When you need to spin the thread
For a kerchief soft to dry
Tears which gather in the eye.
Bound with sable let it be
When you spin, with few to see,
For the shroud wherein to lie
We shall fold you when you die.
When you spin, with few to see,
For the shroud wherein to lie
We shall fold you when you die.
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