As i went out walking one fine summer morning

The birds in the bushes did wistle and sing

The lads and the lasses in couples were courting

Going back to the factory their work to begin



He spied one amongst them, she was fairer than any

Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring

Her hair like a lily that grows in young valley

She was only a hard working factory girl



He stepps up beside her, more closely to be with her

She said "my young man, don't stare me so

I go all in my pocket and silver as well

No more will i answer that factory call"


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