No more shall I work in the factory,    Greasy up my clothes   No more shall I work in the factory,    Splinters in my toes   Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say   Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away      No more shall I hear the bosses say,    "Boys you better doff"   No more shall I hear the bosses say,    "Spinners you better clean off"   Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say   Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away      No more shall I hear the drummer wheels    Rollin' over my head   When factories are hard at work,    I'll be in my bed   Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say   Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away      No more shall I wear the old black dress,    Greasy all around   No more shall I wear the old black bonnet    With holes all in the crown   Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say   Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away      No more shall I see the super come    All dressed up so proud   For I know I'll marry a country boy    When the year is out   Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say   Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away       Pity me, my darlin', pity me I say   Pity me, my darlin', and carry me away