As I went a-walking one fine Summer’s morning.
The birds in the bushes did warble and sing,
Gay laddies and lassies in couples were sporting
Going down to yon factory their work to begin.
I spied one among them more fairer than any
Her cheeks like the red rose that none can excel,
Her skin like the lily that grows in a valley,
and she was a hard-working factory girl!

I went in beside her more closely to view her
And on me she cas such a look of disdain,
Saying ‘Young man have manners, and do not come near me
For although I’m a poor girl I think it no shame
Its not for to scorn you, fair maid I adore you
But grant me one favour, say where do you dwell,
Kind sir, you’ll excuse me for now I must leave you
For yonders the sound of my factory bell.

I have land, I have houses, adorned with ivy,
I have gold in my pockets and silver as well,
And if you’ll come with me a lady I’ll make you
And no more need you heed yon poor factory bell.
Now love and temptation ruined many a nation
So marry a lady, and may you do well
For I am an orphan without friend or relation,
And forbye I’m a hard-working factory girl.

With these words she turned and with less she had left me,
And all for her sake I’ll go wander away,
And in some deep valley where no one will know me,
I will mourn for the sake of my factory girl.