"When e'er I see her dimpled hands Twine carefully the yarn
From skein of loosened woolen strands on sphere that holds from harm
I always think how our state The wool my sweetheart winds
Hope is the skein the strand is fate and love the hand that binds.
For when my love love rolls the woolen woolen core With tender care
My souls the skein she's winding winding round her own so fair
Her smile is bright be-witching -witching and so sweet to me
That our heartstrings are tangled tangled and for ever they will be..."