Sinead O'connor - Factory Girl Lyrics
As i went out walking one fine summer morningThe birds in the bushes did wistle and singThe lads and the lasses in couples were courtingGoing back to the factory their work to beginHe spied one amongst them, she was fairer than anyHer cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the springHer hair like a lily that grows in young valleyShe was only a hard working factory girlHe stepps up beside her, more closely to be with herShe said "my young man, don't stare me soI go all in my pocket and silver as wellNo more will i answer that factory call"