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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

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