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
Jim Carroll

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.

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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.
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For the factory bell begins to ring and we must all obey,
And to our old employment go or else be turned away.
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Come all you weary factory girls, I'll have you understand,
I mean to leave the factory and go back to my native land.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Then since they cut my wages down to nine shillings week,
If I cannot better wages make, some of the place I'll seek.
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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.
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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.
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The overseers needn't think because they higher stand,
That they are better than the girls who work at their command.
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I do not like the factory, I'd do not mean to stay,
I mean to hire a depot-boy to carry me away.
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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.
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