Factory Girl

As I went out walking one fine summer morning

The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing

The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin'

Going back to the factory their work to begin

He spied one among them, she was fairer then many

Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring

Her hair like the lily that grows in Yon' valley

She was only a hard-working factory girl

He sat soft beside her, more closely to view her

She says, "My young man, don't stare me so

I gold in my pocket and silver as well

No more will I answer that factory call"