Watching The Bobbins lyrics

Latimer/Hoover
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.

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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.