The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1846-06-05
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FCAToRY LIFE.

the Boston Courier. They prove that there Is
bright as well as dark side Of the Factory
Life. We wish we had the power to double
the wages of oil the girls in those eastern
mills wouldn't we do it in less than no time,
and receive the bright glances of some ten
thousand lovely creatures in return.
Song of the Manchester Factory Girl.
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Oh, sing me the song of the Fuctc-y Girl, III,
! So merry and glad and free
The bloom on her cheeks, of health how
it speaks!
! Oh happy creature is she!
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
And cheerfully talketh away;
Mid the din of heels, how her bright
eyes kindle!
And her bosom is ever gay.
Oh, sing me song of the Factory Girl,
Who hath breathed our mountain air.
She tolls for her home, and the joys to come
To the lov'd ones gathered there.
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
And fancies her mother near
How glows her heart, as her bright eyes kindle
And she thinks her sisters dear
Oh, sing me the song of the Factory Girl,
AS she walks her spacious hall,
nd trims ho soco nd tbo or, puo thot h1ows
In the window, seeming all
She tends the loom, and watches the spindle,
Aud she skips in the mountain air.
| know by her eyes, as their bright lights
kindle,
That queenly spirit is there.
Oh, sing me the song of the Factory Girl,
Whose task is easy and light
She talketh away, till the evening gray,
And her sleep is sweetat night.
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
And oil, she IS honest and free
| know by her laugh, as her bright eyes kindle,
That few are more tappy than she.
Oh, sing me the song of the Factory Girl,
Whose fabric clothes the world;
From the king and his peers, to the Jolly tars
With cur flag on all seas unfurled.
From China's gold seas, to the tainted breeze
That sweeps the smokened room
Where "God save the Queen" to cry are seer
The slaves of the British loom.
Oh, sing Inc the song of the Factory Girl!
Link not her name with the siaves--
She is brave and free as the old elm tree,
That over her homestead waves.
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
And scorns the laugh and the sneer--
know by her lip, as her bright eyes kindle,
That E'ee-born spirit is there.
VII
Oh, sing me the song Of the Factory Girl,
Ever honest and fair and true
Her name has wrung, her deeds have been
sung,
Der the land and waters blue.
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
| And her ords are cheerful and gay
Oh give me her smile as her bright eyes
kindlc,
And she tolls and sings away.
Oh, sing me the song of the Factory Girl,
] Who no title lord doth own
Who with treasures as rare, is more free from
Than a Queen upon her thrown.
She tends the loom, and watches the spindle,
And par's her glossy hair
| know by her smile as her bright eyes kindle,
That cheerful spirit is there.
TX
God bless our Yankee Factory Girl
The rose of our mountains Wild
Like merry bird shall her song be heard,
Where'ere sw eet labor has smiled
From our forest green, where the ak has been,
And the waters dance in the sum
Through the Southern cline to the thunder
OF the surging Oregon. J. H. w.
ssDon,t go any Higher.o
The late Judge Peace, OF lhe Supreme
Court of Ohio, vas d noted wag. Ayouog
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