Watching The Bobbins Lyrics

Watching The Bobbins lyrics

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. 
 
 
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.