Hedy's version:

Lewiston Factory Mill Girls 2

Come all ye Lewiston factory girls
I want you to understand,
I'm gonna leave this factory and
Return to my native land.

    Sing dum dee wicker-dee dum dee way,
    Sing dum dee wicker-dee dum dee way.

No more I'll take my shaker and shawl
And hurry to the mill;
No more I'll work so pesky hard
To earn a dollar bill.

No more I'll take my comb and go
To the glass to comb my hair;
No more the overseer'll say,
"What're ye doin' there."

No more I'll take my towel and soap
And go to the sink to wash;
No more the overseer'll say,
"You're makin' a terrible splosh."

No more I'll take my bobbins out
No more I'll put them in;
No more the overseer'll say,
"You're weavin' your cloth too thin."

No more I'll eat cold pudding,
No more I'll eat hard bread;
No more I'll eat those half-baked beans,
I vow they're killing me dead.

I'm goin' back to Boston, girls,
I'll live on Tremont Street;
And I want all ye factory girls
To come to my house and eat.