As  i  went  out  walking  one  fine  summer  morning
The  birds  in  the  bushes  did  wistle  and  sing
The  lads  and  the  lasses  in  couples  were  courting
Going  back  to  the  factory  their  work  to  begin
He  spied  one  amongst  them,she  was  fairer  than  any
Her  cheeks  like  the  red  rose  that  blooms  in  the  spring
Her  hair  like  a  lily  that  grows  in  young  valley
She  was  only  a  hard  working  factory  girl
He  stepps  up  beside  her,more  closely  to  be  with  her
She  said 'my  young  man,don't  stare  me  so
I  go  all  in  my  pocket  and  silver  as  well
No  more  will  i  answer  that  factory  call'