And what about the original Factory Girl. I believe it comes from the north of Ireland although there are other versions where the stalker gets away with his girl!
As I was a walking one fine summers morning
The birds in the bushes did warble and sing;
Gay laddies and lasses and couples a-sporting
Going down to the factory, their work to begin.
I spied one amongst them, more fairer than any;
Her lips like the red rose that none could excel;
Her skin like the lily that grows in yon valley;
And she was a hard working factory girl.
I stepped up beside her to view her more closely,
When on me she cast such a look of disdain
"Have manners, young sir, and don't come so near me,
For although I'm a poor girl I think it a shame."
"I come not to scorn you, fair maid, I adore you,
Pray grant me one favour, say where do you dwell."
"Excuse me kind sir, for now I must leave you,
For yonder's the sound of my factory bell,"
"I have land, I have houses, I've adorned them in ivy;
I have gold in my pocket and silver as well,
And if you come with me it's a lady I'll make you
And no more will you hear your factory bell."
With these words she turned and with less she has left me
And all for her sake I'll go wander away,
And in some deep valley where no-one will no me,
I will mourn for the sake of my factory girl.
HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 12-Feb-02.