Factory Girl

As I walked out one fine summer's morning, birds did sweetly sing

The lads and the lasses together were sporting before the day's work to begin

Spied one amongst them that was fairer than any, her skin like the lily in the dell

Her cheeks like red rose that grows in Yon Valley, she's my sweet factory girl

I stepped up to her in order to view her, she gave me a look of disdain

Stand off me, stand off me, do not insult me, I'm a poor girl but to me it's no shame

I would not harm you, love, or scorn you, tell me where you dwell

I am a poor orphan without home or relations

I'm a hard-working factory girl

I have houses adorned with the ivy, gold and silver in my pockets as well