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John Arthur Phillips (1842-1907)

The Factory Girl


              1She wasn't the least bit pretty,
              2And only the least bit gay;
              3And she walked with a firm elastic tread,
              4In a business-like kind of way.
              5Her dress was of coarse, brown woollen,
              6Plainly but neatly made,
              7Trimmed with some common ribbon
              8Or cheaper kind of braid;
              9And a hat with a broken feather,
            10And shawl of a modest plaid.

            11Her face seemed worn and weary,
            12And traced with lines of care,
            13As her nut-brown tresses blew aside
            14In the keen December air;
            15Yet she was not old, scarce twenty,
            16And her form was full and sleek,
            17But her heavy eye, and tired step,
            18Seemed of wearisome toil to speak;
            19She worked as a common factory girl
            20For two dollars and a half a week.

            21Ten hours a day of labor
            22In a close, ill-lighted room;
            23Machinery's buzz for music,
            24Waste gas for sweet perfume;
            25Hot stifling vapors in summer,
            26Chill draughts on a winter's day,
            27No pause for rest or pleasure
            28On pain of being sent away;
            29So ran her civilized serfdom --
            30Four cents an hour the pay.

            31"A fair day's work," say the masters,
            32And "a fair day's pay," say the men;
            33There's a strike -- a rise in wages,
            34What effect to the poor girl then?
            35A harder struggle than ever
            36The honest path to keep;
            37And so sink a little lower,
            38Some humbler home to seek;
            39For living is dearer -- her wages,
            40Two dollars and a half a week.

            41A man gets thrice the money,
            42But then "a man's a man,
            43"And a woman surely can't expect
            44"To earn as much as he can."
            45Of his hire the laborer's worthy,
            46Be that laborer who it may;
            47If a woman can do a man's work
            48She should have a man's full pay,
            49Not to be left to starve -- or sin --
            50On forty cents a day.

            51Two dollars and a half to live on,
            52Or starve on, if you will;
            53Two dollars and a half to dress on,
            54And a hungry mouth to fill;
            55Two dollars and a half to lodge on
            56In some wretched hole or den,
            57Where crowds are huddled together,
            58Girls, and women, and men;
            59If she sins to escape her bondage
            60Is there room for wonder then.

Notes

43] woman: "moman" in text.


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: John Arthur Phillips, Thompson's Turkey, and Other Christmas Tales, Poems, &c. (Montreal: John Lovell, 1873): 253-55. Victoria College Library Canadiana Collection PR 9199.2 P48 T48 1873
First publication date: April 1873
Publication date note: Ontario Workman (April 1873)
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO 1999.
Recent editing: 2:2002/2/6

Rhyme: abcbdefege


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