Chorus vocals: Cathy Barton, Dave Para, Caroline Paton, Sandy Paton, Harry Tuft
Ed learned this song while visiting Bob Coltman a few years ago at his home in South Chelmsford, MA. While researching the history of nearby Lowell, Bob found a bit of prose written by Harriet Farley which appeared in the Lowell Offering, a mill newsletter printed in 1841. Much of the song comes from that prose, and Bob says that the first verse is almost verbatim. He wrote the song in 1989, "in a matter of minutes."
Where the weaver stands to work, she can scarcely see the sky
The songs of the sparrow can't be heard.
The golden sunlight out the dirty window shines;
She turns to her weaving without a word.
Slap go the belts against the pulleys;
I think on nature as the hungry think on food;
It could be worse; I suppose I might be
Oh, yes, as jobs go, it is a very good job;
I tire of the noise; there are too few joys.