Boston Town - Della Mae

Standing on the floor in the «City of the Spindles»

Got me a job, lift me up to the middle

The Offering painted a very pretty

picture

Work at the mills held a promise of the Scripture

But a girl like me was worked to the

bone

Our fingers bled and our bodies

moaned

Fourteen hours a day and then

My paycheck was half that of the men

Looking down with oppressions face

That pile of money they steal and

waste

Then they said they would have to cut our

pay

So we broke our cage and formed the

FLRA

They said what a waste of a pretty

girl

To let the labor flag unfurl

I said what more can you take from

me?

I own my hands and my dignity

So pass me a match and we will strike

it on the ground

And we will head back down to Boston

town

We could start a fire and they will never

put it out

And we will head back down to Boston

town

They said what a waste of a pretty

girl

To let the labor flag unfurl

I said what more can you take from

me?

I own my hands and my dignity

So pass me the match and we will

strike it on the ground

And we will head back down to Boston

town

We could start a fire and they will never

put it out

And we will head back down to Boston

town