Let Them Wear Their Watches Fine Pete Seeger

I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know

You factory folks who sing this rhyme
Will surely understand
The reason why I love you so
Is I'm a factory hand

While standing here between my looms
You know I lose no time
To keep my shuttles in a whizz
And write this little rhyme

We rise up early in the morn'
And work all day real hard
To buy our little meat and bread
And sugar, tea and lard

We work from weekend to weekend
And never lose a day
And when that awful payday comes
We draw our little pay

We then go home on payday night
And sit down in a chair
The merchant raps upon the door
He's come to get his share