| As I went out walkin' one fine summer’s mornin'
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| The birds in the branches they did gaily sing
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| The lad and the lasses together were sportin'
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| Goin' down to the fact’ry their work to begin
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| I spied a fair damsel far fairer than any
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| Her cheeks like the red rose that none could excel
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| Her skin like the lily that grows in yon valley
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| She’s my own bonnie Annie my factory girl
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| I stepped did up to her just thinkin' to view her
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| But at me she cast a proud look of disdain
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| Sayin' «Stand off me young man and do not insult me
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| For although I am poor sure I think it no shame»
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| «It's not to insult you fair maid I adore thee
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| Ah pray grant me one favor it’s where do ya dwell?»
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| «Kind sir forgive me it’s now I must leave you
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| For I hear the dumb sound of the factory bell»
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| Now love is a thing that does rule every nation
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| Good mornin' kind sir and I hope ya do well
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| My friends and relations would all frown upon it
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| Besides I’m a hardworkin' factory girl
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| Oh it’s true I do love her but now she won’t have me
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| For her sake I’ll wander through valley and dell
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| And for her sake I’ll wander where no one can find me
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| I’ll die for the sake of my factory girl |