That is the chorus

I work in the dingy half-light
From the dawn 'til half into the night.
My fine ladies' petticoat, a mans silk cravat
knowing every seam must be right.

A baby unwed lends disgrace
Your coming child, cost me my place,
Your father was gone, I was left all alone,
In my home I scarce dared show my face.

Abandoned I came to this town
Not knowing where work could be found
When they taught me to sew, Oh how could I know
That ere long I'd be crushed to the ground.

My hands bleed at night from the pins
My eyes, once so sharp, now grow dim,
My tiol and my pain, the drudgery, the shame
Are the price that I pay for our sin.