I transcribed this from what I hear on the Babes in the Mill CD, as sung by Nancy Dixon and Dorsey Dixon.

Factory Girl

Yonder stands that spinning room boss,
He looks so fair and stout;
I hope he'll marry a factory girl
Before this year goes out.

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Pity me all day,
Pity me, I pray;
Pity me, my darlin',
Take me far away.

I bid you factory girls farewell,
Come see me if you can;
For I'm a-gonna quit this factory work
And marry a nice young man.
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No more I hear that whistle blow,
The sound of it I hate;
No more I hear that boss man say,
"Young girl, you are too late."
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Pity me all day,
Pity me, I pray;
Pity me, my darlin',
Take me far away.

I bid you factory girls farewell,
Come see me if you can;
For I'm a-gonna quit this factory work
And marry a nice young man.
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No more I hear this roaring,
This roaring o'er my head;
While you poor girls are hard at work,
I'll be home in bed.
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