'Mid the factory din, face wan, white and thin,
My little Bo-Peep can be seen.
My little Bo-Peep does not dream of white sheep—
Her day's work reaches into the night;
On her pallet of straw, a few hours of rest—
For her task she is up with the light.
O let's find a day for my Bo-Peep to play—
Let's give her a breath of fresh air;
Somehow we'll feel better when giving our thanks
To God for our blessings in prayer.