Lyrics:

I Am A Hand Weaver To My Trade
I Fell In Love With A Factory Maid
If I Could But Her Favour Win
I'd Sit Beside Her And I'd Weave By Steam
My Father To Me Scornful Said:
'How Can You Fancy A Factory Maid?!
When You Can Have Lassies Fine And Gay
Dressed Like Unto The Queen Of May?'
As For Your Fine Girls I Don't Care
If I Could But Enjoy My Dear
I'd Sit Beside Her All The Day!
She And I'd Keep Our Shuttles In Play
I Went To My Love's Bedroom Door
Where I Had Been Many Times Before
But I Could Not Speak Nor Yet Get Into
The Pleasant Bed My Love Laid In
How Can You Say It's A Pleasant Bed?
Where None Lies There But A Factory Maid?
A Factory Maid Although 'Ere She Be
Blessed Is The Man That Enjoys She!
O Pleasant Thoughts Run In My Mind
As I Turn Down The Sheets So Fine!
To See Her Two Breasts A Standing So
Like Two White Hills Covered In Snow!
Where Are The Girls? I Will Tell You Fine
They Have All Gone For To Weave By Steam
If You Would Catch Them You Must Rise At Dawn
And Trudge To The Factory In The Early Morn