Bellowhead The Hand Weaver And The Factory Maid
I am a hand weaver, to my trade I fell in love with a factory maid And if I could her favour gain I'd sit beside her and weave by steam My father to me scornful said "How could you fancy a factory maid? "When you could have girls both fine and gay "All dressed like unto the Queen of May?"
As for your fine girls, I do not care If I could but enjoy my dear I'd sit in the factory all the day And she and I'd keep our shuttles in play I went to my lover's window last night She says the moon was shining bright And such a light came from her clothes Like the morning star when it first arose
I went to my love's bedroom door Where I had been oft times before But I could not speak nor yet get in To the pleasant bed where my love lay in The pleasant bed where my love lay in The pleasant bed where my love lay in
How can you say call it a pleasant bed When naught lies there but a factory maid? A factory maid although she be Blessed be the man who enjoys she Pleasant thoughts ran in my mind As I turned down her sheets so fine And see her two breasts standing so Like two white hills all covered in snow
I turned down the milk-white sheet To view her body, so fair and neat And underneath I did espy Two pillars of the finest ivory Beneath those pillars a fountain lay Which my poor wand'ring eye betrayed But of all the fountains e'er to be found I could have wished myself there drowned
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The loom goes click, and the loom goes clack the shuttle flies forward and then flies back The weaver's so bent that he's like to crack Where are the girls? I'll tell you plain The girls have all gone to weave by steam And if you would find them, you must rise at dawn And trudge to the mill in the early morn.
