As I went out walkin' one fine summer's mornin'

the birds in the branches they did gaily sing

the lad and the lasses together were sportin'

goin' down to the fact'ry their work to begin



I spied a fair damsel far fairer than any

her cheeks like the red rose that none could excel

her skin like the lily that grows in yon valley

she's my own bonnie Annie my factory girl



I stepped did up to her just thinkin' to view her

but at me she cast a proud look of disdain

sayin'