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An Anonymous Worker

"The Lowell Factory Girl" (karaoke)

"The Lowell Factory Girl" (sheet music)


When I set out for Lowell,

Some factory for to find,

I left my native country,

And my friends behind.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

But now I am in Lowell,

And summon'd by the bell,

I think less of the factory

Than of my native dell.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

The factory bell begins to ring,

And we must all obey,

And to our old employment go,

Or else be turned away.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

Come all ye weary factory girls,

I'll have you understand,

I'm going to leave the factory

And return to my native land.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more I'll put my bonnet on

And hasten to the mill,

While all the girls are working hard,

Here I'll be lying still.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more I'll lay my bobbins up,

No more I'll take them down;

No more I'll clean my dirty work,

For I'm going out of town.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more I'll take my piece of soap,

No more I'll go to wash,

No more my overseer shall say,

"Your frames are stopped to doff."

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

Come all you little doffers

That work in the Spinning room;

Go wash your face and comb your hair,

Prepare to leave the room.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more I'll oil my picker rods,

No more I'll brush my loom,

No more I'll scour my dirty floor

All in the Weaving room.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more I'll draw these threads

All through the harness eye;

No more I'll say to my overseer,

Oh! dear me, I shall die.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more I'll get my overseer

To come and fix my loom,

No more I'll say to my overseer

Can't I stay out 'till noon?

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

Then since they've cut my wages down

To nine shillings per week,

If I cannot better wages make,

Some other place I'll seek.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

No more he'll find me reading,

No more he'll see me sew,

No more he'll come to me and say

"Such works I can't allow."

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

I do not like my overseer,

I do not mean to stay,

I mean to hire a Depot-boy

To carry me away.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

The Dress-room girls they needn't think

Because they higher go,

That they are better than the girls

That work in the rooms below.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

The overseers they need not think

Because they higher stand,

That they are better than the girls

That work at their command.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

'Tis wonder how the men

Can such machinery make,

A thousand wheels together roll

Without the least mistake.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

 

Now soon you'll see me married

To a handsome little man,

'Tis then I'll say to you factory girls,

Come and see me when you can.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a-re-o.

Then sing hit-re-i-re-a.


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