The Factory Girl - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE FACTORY GIRL. 
If there's any young man here in love, I think that I can cure him; I once thought women angels wore, But now I can't endure them; For I've been sold by a heartless maid Who made of me a martyr. She worked in a straw hat factory. And her name was Kitty Carter. 
Spoken-She was the nicest little bundle of deceit that a man ever met with-she lived with her parents; her father was a brakes man in an oyster saloon, and her mother was book-keeper at an apple stand; but she, oh! 
Chorus. Her eyes were bright, her footsteps light, Her teeth as white as pearls; She'd jet black hair and face as fair. My pretty little factory girl; I never shall forget the day When first I chanced to meet her, She looked so nice, I surely thought I never saw one sweeter. 
What lots of presents for her I bought: Rings, pins, sacks, shawls and bonnets; And I hired a poet at ten cents a line To write some sweet love sonnets. 
Spoken-Yes, I became highly extravagant, and desperately in love. I actually paid a dollar and a half for a love poem which I presented to her; it ran as follows: 
Oh' Kitty Carter, the brakeman's darter, No girl is smarter; to you I'm a martyr; All The world I'd barter for a string of your garter, And if you don't prove a tarter, I'll love you forever and long alter-for-Chorus. 
I sparked her for three months or more, At last I was delighted; I pressed her and she named the day When we should he united; O'erjoyed, upon her I bestowed Such soft and fond caresses, And I gave her all the cash I bad To purchase wedding dresses. 
Spoken-Yes, I was "rejoiced when she named the day, I rushed straight to the bank, drew all the money I had (twentyseven dollars), and deposited it on her lap; I couldn't help it, because-Chorus. 
At last the happy day came round, To her house I did repair; The door was locked and no one home, The bride she wasn't there. I searched all round, she couldn't be found, With horror I was wrapt in, When I learned that she had eloped that night With a big canal boat captain! 
Spoken--I was thunderstruck; the idea of her serving me so after I had given her all I had in the world! My first tought was suicide. I rushed to the nearest saloon and called for a glass of 
brandy and water and drank it to the last drop, and all through her-for-Chorus. 
Since then I've wandered all alone, With grief I am confounded, The canal boat got wrecked last week And the faithless girl was drowned. I went to a friend, her burial to attend, And I nearly lost my senses, When the captain ran away, and I had to pay All of her funeral excuses! 
Spoken-Yes, I made myself very prominent as a mourner. The undertaker called on me to foot the bill; I had to do it. Since then I have carefully avoided the entire sex. I'll never go near one of them, even if- Chorus.