Factor Girl — Sinead O Connor

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

He spied one amongst them, she was fairer than any Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring Her hair like a lily that grows in yond valley She was only a hard working factory girl

He steps up beside her, more closely to be with her She said "My young man, don't stare me so I've gold in my pocket and silver as well No more will I answer that factory call"