At six o'clock the factory uttered a prolonged howl And gathered the workers together And there they worked, saving two hours for food The whole of the daylit hours And into the dark till the bells tolled six again ♪ All here was ugly Even the green wool as it whirled round and round Was neither the green of the grass Nor yet the green of the rushes But a sorry muddy green that befitted A sullen city under a murky sky And all the while the soul of Mary Jane Was crying for beautiful thingsand found not one ♪ One day at the hour when the machines rested And the human beings that tended them rested too The wind being at that time from the direction of the marshland The soul of Mary Jane lamented bitterly Then, as she stood outside the factory gates The soul irresistibly compelled her to sing And a wild song came from her lips Hymning the marshlands