Factory Girl Lyrics

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 or courting
Going back to the factory their work to begin
He spied one among them
She was fairer than many
Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring

Her hair like the lilly, that grows in yon' falley
She was only a hardworking factorygirl
He sat soft beside her
More closely to view her
She said: "My young man
Don't stare me so
I've gold in my pocket
And silver aswell
No more will I answer that factory call"