Let the yarn be gathered up,
Those agile limbs, well learned.
Comb and card, with hands worn hard.
Labours prize is earned
Let me here take up my place,
Just like those fates of old.
Sit and spin, whilst gossiping.
Ages past were told.
Let me work upon my loom.
Thus our passions weave be spun.
Weft and warp, in bliss be caught.
Cloth of care begun.