Watching The Bobbins 歌词

Watching the bobbins Go up and down Fine Irish linen For a ladies gown One shirt a penny Seven in a tag Ten hours a day And her heart begins to drag This never ending cycle goes on But she promised she would never stay For long Rocking the treadle Ache in her soul She keeps the rhythm And it takes a toll Threading the needle Strains in her eyes Old withered fingers Steal her young girl's pride She's saving every penny she earns Because the passion for her freedom Still burns