Factory Girl - Eric Burdon

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 courting

Going back to the factory

Their work to begin

I spied one among them

She was fairer than most

Her cheeks like the red rose

That blooms in the spring

Her hair like the lily

Thet grows in yon valley

She was only a hard working

Factory Girl

I steps up aside her more closely to feel her

She says my young man

Don’t stare me so She said I’ve got gold in my pocket

And silver as well

No more will I answer

That factory call

Now the years have all passed

From the days of our youth

Our home is now teeming

With children at play

Life goes on in the village

You can still hear the whistle

Hey there goes the lad

With his factory girl