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Thread #151940 Message #3551851
Posted By: Jim Carroll
22-Aug-13 - 02:50 PM
Thread Name: Linen Industry Songs
Subject: RE: Linen Industry Songs
I seem to remember hearing and by impressed by Peggy Seeger sing this.
It was distributed as a songsheet in the early days of The Singers Club in London - still got is somewhere
THE LOWELL FACTORY GIRL.
When I set out for Lowell, a factory for to find,
I left my native counteree, and all my friends behind.
SING, HIT RE I RE O
SING, HIT RE I RE AY.
But now I am in Lowell and summoned by the bell,
I think less of the factory than of my native dell.
For the factory bell begins to ring and we must all obey,
And to our old employment go or else be turned away.
Come all you weary factory girls, I'll have you understand,
I mean to leave the factory and go back to my native land.
No more I'll put my bonnet on, and hasten to the mill,
While all you girls are working hard, here I'll be sitting still.
No more I'll lay bobbins up, no more I'll take them down,
No more I'll clean my dirty work, for I'll going out to town.
No more I'll oil my picker rods, no more I'll brush my loom,
No more I'll sweep the dirty floor all in the weaving room.
No more I'll take my piece of soap, no more I'll go to wash,
No more my overseer will say, your frames are stopped to doff.
No more I'll draw the threads all through the harness eye,
No more I'll say to my overseer, oh dear me, I shall die.
No more I'll get my overseer to come and fix my loom,
No more I'll say to my overseer, can't I stay out till noon.
Then since they cut my wages down to nine shillings week,
If I cannot better wages make, some of the place I'll seek.
Come on you little doffer-girls that work in the spinning room,
Go wash your face and comb your hair, prepare to leave the room.
The dress-room girls, they needn't think because they higher go,
That they are better than the girls who work in the room below.
The overseers needn't think because they higher stand,
That they are better than the girls who work at their command.
I do not like the factory, I'd do not mean to stay,
I mean to hire a depot-boy to carry me away.
It's soon you'll see me married to a handsome little man,
It's then I'll say to you factory girls, come see me when you can.