Watching the Bobbins LyricsWatching 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
