|
On one side was |
|
Albany Avenue |
|
On the other side a rushing creek |
|
Laid in Flemish bond |
|
Three stories high, a fortress of brick |
|
This was a place of employ |
|
The Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
WorksBut it still hurts |
|
When I think of the privileged captivity |
|
Of the mill girl like me |
|
Kept sequestered |
|
Only seen on a rope bridge |
|
That hangs high over the stream |
|
We are kept like galley slaves |
|
While strangers decorate our father's graves |
|
A dark secret of this river, this creek |
|
This stream, oh what does it mean? |
|
You'll hear no flattery at the factory |
|
At the Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
WorksThere comes an undertone of frantic in her stitchery |
|
Idle talk do the turn to the wicked |
|
Take a listen, you'll surely see |
|
Between the girls a foul ensued |
|
Our heroine turns in word |
|
To her collection |
|
To examine her collection |
|
Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles |
|
You'll hear no flattery at the factory |
|
At the Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
WorksYou'll hear no flattery at the factory |
|
At the Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
WorksEach decision we make is based on love or fear |
|
Shall I be kind or cruel or fake? |
|
Shall I now shed a tear? |
|
You can see them up in the windows of the factory |
|
Any night of the week |
|
Like beautifully-gowned wax figures on displaywith the loveliest eyes you've ever seen |
|
Squinting to baste the flouts |
|
Basting underskirts as big as wagon wheels |
|
Stabbing feelings with a needle |
|
Do you like how that feels? |
|
You'll hear no flattery at the factory |
|
At the Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
WorksYou'll hear no flattery at the factory |
|
At the Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
WorksAt the |
|
Kinderhook |
|
Hoopskirt |
|
Works |
