As I went out walking one fine summer's morning
The birds in the bushes did warble and sing
Lads and lasses, in couples were sporting
Going down to yon factory their work to begin
I spied one among them more fairer than any
Her that few could excel
As her skin like the lily that grew in yon valley
And she was a hard working factory girl
I kindly stepped to her all seeming to view her,
On me she cast a look of disdain
Saying, 'Young man, have manners and do not come near me'
The more you're a poor girl I think its no shame.
Its not for to scorn you, fair maid I adore you
Come you grant me one favour, love where do you dwell?
O young man excuse me, for now I must leave you
For yonder's the sound of my factory bell
Well, I have fine houses adorned with ivory
Gold in my pockets and silver as well,
And if you'll go with me, a lady I'll make you
And no more will you need yon poor factory bell
Love and temptation are our ruination
Go find you a lady and may you do well
For I am an orphan, neither friend nor relation
And forbye, I'm a hard working factory girl
With these words she vanished and then she did leave me
And all for her sake I'll go wander away
And in some deep valley where no one will know me
I'll mourn for the sake of my factory girl.
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