New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-05-06

SONG OF THE MANCHESTER FACTORY GIRL.
on sing me song of the Factory Girl,
So merry and glad and free
The bloom on her cheeks, OF health how II speaks
Oh happy creature Is she
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle.
And cheerfully talketh away;
Mid the din Of wheels, 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 joysto come
To the lov'd ones gathered there.
She tends the LOOM she watches the spindle,
And fancies her mother nesr-
How CLOVIS her heart, as her bright eyes kindle,
And she thinks Of her sister dear
Oh, sing me the song of the Factory Gni'
AS she walks her spacious hall,
And trims the rose and the orange that Dio"s
In the window, seeming all.
She tends the loom, and watches the spindle.
And 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 toileth away, till the evening gray,
And her sleep Is sweet al night.
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
And oh, enc is honest and free
know by her laugh, as her bright eyes kindle,
That few are more happy than she.
v.
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 our flag on all seas unfarled.
From Chioas gold seas to the tainted breeze
That egeeDs the smokened room
Where al God save the Queen" TO cry are seen
The SLAVES OF the British loom.
vi.
Oh. sing me the song OF the Factory Girl
Link not her name with the SLAVES
She is brave and free as the old elm,tree,
That over her homestead waves.
She tends the LOOM she watches the spindle,
And ecorns the laugh and the sneer,-
know by her lip, Us her brigh; eyes kinde,
That FREEBo spirit is there.
VII.
Oh, sing me the song of the Factory Girl,
Ever honest and fair and true
Her name has rung, her deeds have been sung.
Der the land and waters blue.
She tends the loom, she watches the spindle,
And her words are cheerful and gay
Oh give me her smile, as her bright eyes kindie,
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 care
Than Queen upon her throne.
She tends The loom and watches the spindle,
And parts her glossy hair
know by her SMILE as her bright eyes kindle,
That cheerful spirit islhere
God bless our Yankee Factory Girl!
The rose OF our mountains Wild
Like merry bird shall her song be heard,
Where'er sweet Labor has smiled
From our forests green, where The AK has been,
And the waters dance in the sum-
Through the Southern cline 10 the thunder chime
OF the surging Oregon.
March. 1876. J. II. w.
IL The initials attached to this spirited poem
,courage us to hope that q generous md manly
ditor, who has been laboring under mental aliena-
,n is himself again We do not think Factory
lie 30 rose. colored as he here depicts it, but the
rises ere good and the sentiment exhilaraling.
eaven speed the day when not Factory alone but
! Labor shall be as joyous and inspiring as he
re depicts it Ed. Ir'6.