Lyrics:

As I went out walking
One fine summer morning

The birds in the bushes
Did whistle and sing

The lads and the lasses
In couples or courting
Going back to the factory their work to begin

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 lilly, that grows in yon' falley

She was only a hardworking factorygirl
He sat soft beside her
More closely to view her
She said: 'My young man
Don't stare me so
I've gold in my pocket
And silver aswell
No more will I answer that factory call'