Lyrics

As I went out walking one fine summer morning The birds in the bushes did warble and sing All the lads and the lasses were joking and sporting Going down to the factory their work to begin I spied one among them was farer than any Her cheeks like the red rose that bloom in the spring Her hair like the wheat fields that blow in the valley And she but a hard working factory girl He stepped up beside her more closely to view her But on him she cast such a look of disdain Saying young men have manners and do not approach me For although I'm a poor girl I think it no shame He said I'll never scorn you, can you see I adore you? Just grant me this favor say where do you dwell? Kind sir you'll excuse me for now I must leave you For yonder's the sound of my factory bell Love and sensation rule many a nation Go marry a lady and may you do well But I am an orphan with nor a relation That's why I'm a hard working factory girl With these words she turned and straight away left him And for her sake he has wandered away To some lonesome valley where no one shall no him And he'll mourn for the love of the factory girl