Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

On one side was Albany Avenue
 On the other side a rushing creek
 Laid in Flemish bond
 Three stories high, a fortress of brick
 This was a place of employ
 The Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
 But it still hurts
 When I think of the privileged captivity
 Of the mill girl like me
 Kept sequestered
 Only seen on a rope bridge
 That hangs high over the stream
 We are kept like galley slaves
 While strangers decorate our father's graves
 A dark secret of this river, this creek
 This stream, oh what does it mean?
 You'll hear no flattery at the factory
 At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
 There comes an undertone of frantic in her stitchery
 Idle talk do the turn to the wicked
 Take a listen, you'll surely see
 Between the girls a foul ensued
 Our heroine turns in word
 To her collection
 To examine her collection
 Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five smiles
 You'll hear no flattery at the factory
 At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
 You'll hear no flattery at the factory
 At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
 Each decision we make is based on love or fear
 Shall I be kind or cruel or fake?
 Shall I now shed a tear?
 You can see them up in the windows of the factory
 Any night of the week
 Like beautifully-gowned wax figures on display
 with the loveliest eyes you've ever seen
 Squinting to baste the flouts
 Basting underskirts as big as wagon wheels
 Stabbing feelings with a needle
 Do you like how that feels?
 You'll hear no flattery at the factory
 At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
 You'll hear no flattery at the factory
 At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works
 At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works