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As I went out walking |
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One fine summer morning |
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The birds in the bushes |
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Did whistle and sing |
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The lads and the lassies |
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In couples were courting |
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Going back to the factory |
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Their work to begin |
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I spied one among them |
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She was fairer than most |
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Her cheeks like the red rose |
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That blooms in the spring |
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Her hair like the lily |
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Thet grows in yon valley |
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She was only a hard working |
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Factory Girl |
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I steps up aside her more closely to feel her |
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She says my young man |
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Don't stare me so |
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She said I've got gold in my pocket |
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And silver as well |
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No more will I answer |
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That factory call |
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Now the years have all passed |
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From the days of our youth |
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Our home is now teeming |
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With children at play |
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Life goes on in the village |
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You can still hear the whistle |
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Hey there goes the lad |
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With his factory girl |