Ain't gonna work in the factory and greasy-up my clothes
Ain't gonna work in the factory, splinters in my toes
Chorus: Pity me my darlin', pity me I say
Pity me my darlin', and carry me away
No more I wear this dirty dress greasy all around
No more I wear this dirty hat that goes on in the ground
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No more I hang my bobbins up no more I take them down
No more I hang my bobbins up I’m leaving this old town
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No more I hear that whistle blow to call me up so soon
No more I hear that whistle blow to call me from my home
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No more I hear that spinning wheel rollin' round in my head
When other girls is hard at work I'll be home in bed
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Ain't gonna work in factory and greasy-up my clothes
Ain't gonna work in factory and splinters in my toes
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