David Rovics - (The Lowell) Factory Girl lyrics

No more shall I work in the factory Greasy up my clothes No more shall I work in the factory Splinters in my toes Pity me, my darling Pity me, I say Pity me, my darling And carry me away No more shall I hear the bosses say "Boys, you better dauf" No more shall I hear those bosses say "Spinners, you better clean off" Pity me, my darling Pity me, I say Pity me, my darling And carry me away No more shall I hear the drummer wheels Rolling over my head When factories are hard at work I'll be in my bed Pity me, my darling Pity me, I say Pity me, my darling And carry me away No more shall I wear the old black dress Greasy all around No more shall I wear the old black bonnet With holes all in the crown Pity me, my darling Pity me, I say Pity me, my darling And carry me away No more shall I see the super come All dressed up so proud For I know I'll marry a country boy When the year is out Pity me, my darling Pity me, I say Pity me, my darling And carry me away Pity me, my darling Pity me, I say Pity me, my darling And carry me away