Standing on the floor in the city of the spindles Got me a job, lift me up to the middle The offering, it painted a very pretty picture Work at the mill, sell the promise of the scripture But a girl like me was worked to the bone Your fingers bled and your body moaned Fourteen hours a day and then My paycheck was just half of the men Looking down with oppressions face That pile of money they steal and waste Then they said theyd have to cut our pay So we broke our cage and formed the FLRA Oh, they said What a waste of a pretty girl To let the labour flag unfurl I said What more can you take from me I own my hands and my dignity So pass me a match and well strike it on the ground And well head back down to Boston town We can start a fire and theyll never put it out And well head back down to Boston town Oh, they said What a waste of a pretty girl to let the labour flag unfurl I said What more can you take from me I own my hands and my dignity So pass me a match and well strike it on the ground And well head back down to Boston town We can start a fire and theyll never put it out And well head back down to Boston Oh Oh, they said What a waste of a pretty girl to let the labour flag unfurl I said What more can you take from me I own my hands and my dignity So pass me a match and well strike it on the ground And well head back down to Boston town We can start a fire and theyll never put it out And well head back down to Boston Oh, pass me a match and well strike it on the ground And well head back down to Boston town We can start a fire and theyll never put it out And well head back down to Boston, oh So pass me a match and well strike it on the ground And well head back down to Boston town We can start a fire and theyll never put it out And well head back down to Boston We can start a fire and theyll never put it out And well head back down to Boston And well head back down to Boston town And well head back down to Boston town
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