Miss Lucy had some dresses
The dresses were hung up
And when she'd tried on all of them
She didn't give a
Funny when her tailor
Had pricked herself and fell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that
That they could to bloody
Hello to the seamstress
With needle old and blunt
She'll pin you to the footstool
Then she'll mutilate your
Come it's time to go now
The guests have all arrived
The hosts will bleed them all
Until there's no one left a
Lively little spinners
Are forced to sleep on mats
They're living life in agony
Like laboratory
Rats I snapped a needle
How easily they break!
I'm trapped in Purgatory
Till I pay for my mis-
Take out all these stitches
They all are clearly wrong
There's no textile technology
It's 1840-
One thing we should tell you
Before you sew again
Although you've worked for 20 hours
We'll pay you just for
Tempting as it may be
To take a school exam
Don't bother begging Lucy
For she doesn't give a
Damn those bolted doors
For when you can't escape
They say the owners oft commit
A murder or a
Razor blades are rusty,
They're gleaming in the sun
So when they try to amputate
Your hands you better
Run and fetch the scissors
A dress has turned out bad
The seamstress has been careless
And the wearer will be
Sadness is a nuisance
And no one is immune
The factory conditions
Make the workers faint and
Swooning can be dangerous
And rules must be obeyed
No laughter, life or talking
If you're planning to be
Payment's arbitrary
The plot has now unfurled
They're full of empty promises
To all the little
Girls are sold in dozens
There's no one to protect
So step upon the platform
For the buyers to
Inspect and place an order
For children in a cage
So buy them all in bulk
For it's really all the
Raging factory engines
Cause many girls to bleed
The owners all are learned men
And some can even
Reading is much envied
By women in the search
Of improving their existence
But intelligence is
Purged by spiteful owners
Who chain them to the floor
No need to care about their lives
We never did
Before the evening's over
Before you go to bed
We'll take a needle and a pin
And plunge them in your
Headstones in the graveyard
And benches in the park
Are not for child slaves
Just leave them rotting in the
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