David Rovics. The Lowell Factory Girl. Zeneszám

No more shall I work in the factory,
Greasy up my clothes
No more shall I work in the factory,
Splinters in my toes
Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away

No more shall I hear the bosses say,
"Boys you better doff"
No more shall I hear the bosses say,
"Spinners you better clean off"
Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away

No more shall I hear the drummer wheels
Rollin' over my head
When factories are hard at work,
I'll be in my bed
Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away

No more shall I wear the old black dress,
Greasy all around
No more shall I wear the old black bonnet
With holes all in the crown
Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away

No more shall I see the super come
All dressed up so proud
For I know I'll marry a country boy
When the year is out
Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away

Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away