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Title: The Factory Girl
Author: Bill o'th' Hoylus End [
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Shoo stud beside her looms an' watch'd
The shuttle passin' through,
But yet her soul wur sumweer else,
'Twor face ta face wi' Joe.
They saw her lips move as in speech,
Yet none cud hear a word,
An' but fer t'grindin' o' the wheels,
This language might be heard.
"I't' spite o' all thi treacherous art,
At length aw breeathe again;
The pityin' stars hes tane mi part,
An' eas'd a wretch's pain.
An' Oh! aw feel as fra a maze,
Mi rescued soul is free,
Aw knaw aw do not dream an daze
I' fancied liberty.
"Extinguished nah is ivvery spark,
No love for thee remains,
Fer heart-felt love i' vain sall strive
Ta live, when tha disdains.
No longer when thi name I hear,
Mi conscious colour flies!
No longer when thi face aw see,
Mi heart's emotions rise.
"Catcht i' the bird-lime's treacherous twigs,
Ta wheer he chonc'd ta stray,
The bird his fastened feathers leaves,
Then gladly flies away.
His shatter'd wings he sooin renews,
Of traps he is aware;
Fer by experience he is wise,
An' shuns each future snare.
"Awm speikin' nah, an' all mi aim
Is but ta pleeas mi mind;
An' yet aw care not if mi words
Wi' thee can credit find.
Ner dew I care if my decease
Sud be approved bi thee;
Or whether tha wi' equal ease
Does tawk ageean wi' me.
"But, yet, tha false deceivin' man,
Tha's lost a heart sincere;
Aw naw net which wants comfort mooast,
Or which hes t'mooast ta fear.
But awm suer a lass more fond an' true
No lad could ivver find:
But a lad like thee is easily fun--
False, faithless, and unkind."
[The end]
Bill o'th' Hoylus End's poem: Factory Girl
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