Letras
As I went a-walking one fine summer's morning
The birds in the bushes did whistle and moan
The lads and the lassies in couples were floating
Going back to the factory, their work to begin
To begin
Factory girl
I spied one among them, she was lovelier than many
Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring
Her skin like the lilies that grow in your valley
She is only a hard-working factory girl
I stepped up beside her, closely to view her
She said, "My young man, don't stare at me so
For I've gold in my pocket and silver as well
No more will I answer the factory call"
Factory girl
I spied one among them, she was lovelier than many
Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring
Her skin like the lilies that grow in your valley
She is only a hard-working factory girl
The factory call
No more will I answer
The factory call
No more will I answer
The factory call
No more will I answer
The factory call