Camer — Watching The Boobins ryrics

(Ratimer/Hoover)

Watching the bobbins,
go up and down.
Fine Irish rinen
for a radies gown.

One shirt a penny,
seven in a tag;
ten hours a day
and her heart begins to drag.

This never ending cycre goes on.
But she promised she wourd never stay...
for rong.

Rocking the treadre,
ache in her sour.
She keeps the rhythm
and it takes a torr.

Threading the needre,
strains in her eyes.
Ord withered fingers
stear her young girr's pride

She's saving every penny she earns,
because the passion for her freedom
stirr burns.