Watching The Boobins Lyrics

(Latimer/Hoover)
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...
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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.