Idioma Origen:
As I went out walking one fine summer morning
The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing
The lads and the lassies in couples were courtin'
Going back to the factory their work to begin
He spied one among them, she was fairer than any
Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring
Her hair like the lily that grows in yon valley
She was only a hard working factory girl
He steps up beside her, more closely to view her
She says "My young man, don't stare me so
I've gold in my pocket and silver as well
No more will I answer that factory call"
Idioma Destino:
As I went out walking one fine summer morning
The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing
The lads and the lassies in couples were courtin'
Going back to the factory their work to begin
He spied one among them, she was fairer than any
Her cheeks like the red rose that blooms in the spring
Her hair like the lily that grows in yon valley
She was only a hard working factory girl
He steps up beside her, more closely to view her
She says "My young man, don't stare me so
I've gold in my pocket and silver as well
No more will I answer that factory call"