As i went out walking one fine summer morning The birds in the bushes did wistle and sing The lads and the lasses in couples were courting Going back to the factory their work to begin He spied one amongst them,she was fairer than any Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring Her hair like a lily that grows in young valley She was only a hard working factory girl He stepps up beside her,more closely to be with her She said 'my young man,don't stare me so I go all in my pocket and silver as well No more will i answer that factory call'