Lyrics

As I went out walking one fine summer morning.The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing.The lads and the lasses in couples were courting, going back to the factory their work to begin. He spied one among them, she was fairer than any. Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring. Her hair like the lily that grows in yon valley. She was only a hard working factory girl. He steps up beside her, more closely to view her. She said my young man, don’t stare me so. I have gold in my pocket and silver as well. No more will I answer that factory call.