Standing on the floor in the “City of the Spindles” Got me a job, lift me up to the middle
The Offering painted a very pretty picture Work at the mills held a promise of the Scripture
But a girl like me was worked to the bone Our fingers bled and our bodies moaned Fourteen hours a day and then My paycheck was half that of the men
Looking down with oppressions face That pile of money they steal and waste Then they said they would have to cut our pay So we broke our cage and formed the FLRA
They said what a waste of a pretty girl To let the labor flag unfurl I said what more can you take from me? I own my hands and my dignity
So pass me a match and we will strike it on the ground And we will head back down to Boston town We could start a fire and they will never put it out And we will head back down to Boston town
They said what a waste of a pretty girl To let the labor flag unfurl I said what more can you take from me? I own my hands and my dignity
So pass me the match and we will strike it on the ground And we will head back down to Boston town We could start a fire and they will never put it out And we will head back down to Boston town