“Factory Girl (feat. Sinéad O'Connor)”
        
        
        
        
            
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                     (Source: as heard) 
                    
                        
                             | As I went out walking | 
                         
                        
                             | One fine summer morning, | 
                         
                        
                             | The birds in the bushes | 
                         
                        
                             | Did whistle and sing. | 
                         
                        
                             | The lads and the lassies | 
                         
                        
                             | In couples were courtin,' | 
                         
                        
                             | Going back to the factory | 
                         
                        
                             | Their work to begin. | 
                         
                        
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                             | He spied one among them; | 
                         
                        
                             | she was fairer than many. | 
                         
                        
                             | Her cheeks like the red rose | 
                         
                        
                             | That blooms in the spring. | 
                         
                        
                             | Her hair like the lily | 
                         
                        
                             | That grows in yon valley. | 
                         
                        
                             | She was only a hard-working | 
                         
                        
                             | Factory girl. | 
                         
                        
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                             | He sets up beside her, | 
                         
                        
                             | More closely to view her. | 
                         
                        
                             | She says, "My young man, | 
                         
                        
                             | Don't steer me so. | 
                         
                        
                             | I've gold in my pocket | 
                         
                        
                             | And silver as well. | 
                         
                        
                             | No more will I answer | 
                         
                        
                             | That factory call." | 
                         
                     
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