Songs of the Suffragettes
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Columbia's Daughters
Rising in their might!
'Tis the daugters of Columbia
Pleading for the right.
CHORUS:
Raise the flag and plant the standard,
wave the signal still;
Brothers, we must share your freedom,
Help us, and we will.
Think it not an idle murmur,
You who hear the cry;
'Tis a plea for human freedom
Hallowed liberty!
O our country, glorious nation,
Greatest of them all!
Give unto thy daughters justice,
Or thy pride will fall.
Great Republic: to thy watchword
Wouldst thou faithful be,
All beneath thy starry banner
Must alike be free.
Within the States and nation,
There's none that comes so near the heart
as "Uncle Sam's" relation.
"Yankee Doodle" is his name,
U. S. his honored station;
Red and white and starry blue
His garb on each occasion.
When Uncle Sam set up his house,
He welcomed every brother,
But in the haste of his new life
He quite forgot his mother.
Now his house is up in arms,
A keeper he must find him,
To sweep and duet and set to rights
The tangles all about him.
Uncle Sam is long in years
And he is growing wiser;
He now can see 'twas a mistake
To have no Miss-advisor.
His nephews now have got the reins,
And looking o'er their shoulder --
Shout to lonely Uncle Sam,
"Goodbye, old man, forever."
Now we're here dear Uncle Sam
To help you in your trouble;
And the first thing best to do
Is making you a double.
Yankee Doodle will be glad,
To join with us in spreading
The news abroad o'er all the land
Of Uncle Sam's great wedding.
Not very hard to find,
Who know it all without debate
And never change their mind.
I asked him "What of woman's rights?"
He said in tones severe:
"My mind on that is all made up,
Keep woman in her sphere."
I saw a man in tattered garb
Forth from the grog-shop come;
He squandered all his cash for drink,
And starved his wife at home;
I asked him "Should not women vote?"
He answered with a sneer:
"I've taught my wife to know her place,
Keep woman in her sphere."
I met an earnest, thoughtful man,
Not many days ago,
Who pondered deep all human law
The honest truth to know;
I asked him "What of woman's cause?"
The answer came sincere:
"Her rights are just the same as mine,
Let woman choose her sphere."
to their husbands submissively, weakly;
Tho' whatever they say, their wives should obey
Unquestioning, stupidly, meekly.
Our husbands would make us their own dictum take
Without ever wherefore or why for it.
But I don't and I can't and I won't and I shan't,
No I will speak my mind if I die for it.
For we know it's all fudge to say man's the best judge
Of what should be and shouldn't, and so on.
That woman should bow, nor attempt to soy how
She considers that matters should go on.
I never yet gave up myself thus a slave,
However my husband might try for it;
For I can't and I won't, and I shan't and I don't,
But l will speak my mind if l die for it.
And all ladies I hope who've with husbands to cope,
With the the rights of the sex will not trifle.
We all, if we choose, our tongues but to use,
Can all opposition soon stifle;
Let man, if he will, then bid us be still
And silent, a price he'll pay high for it.
For we won't and we can't and we don't and we shan't,
Let us all speak our minds if we die for it.
Is tyranny -- tell if you can
Why woman should not have the ballot?
She's taxed just the same as a man.
King George, you remember, denied us
The ballot, but sent us the tea.
And we, without asking a question,
Just tumbled it into the sea.
CHORUS:
Then to justice let's ever be true,
To each citizen render his due.
Equal rights s and protection forever
To all 'heath the Red, White and Blue! That one man shall all not rule another,
Unless by other's consent,
Is the principle deep underlying
The framework of this governament.
So, as woman is punished for breaking
The laws which she cannot gainsay,
Let us give her s voice in the making,
Or ask her no more to obey.
We great with joy this radiant shore;
The promised land of liberty,
The dawn of freedom's morn we see.
O promised land, we enter in,
with "Peace on earth, good-will to men;"
The "Golden Age" now comes again,
As breaketh every bond and chain;
while every race and sect and clime
Shall equal share in this glad time.
Toilers in many fields have come
with sheaves tor this, our "Harvest Home",
While spirits true in every age
Have won for us this heritage.
O golden dawn, O promised day,
When error's lost in truth's clear ray,
When all shall know that God is love,
His kingdom hero, around above,
The world one equal brotherhood,
And evil overcame with good.
Then onward march in truth's crusade,
Earth's faltering ones implore our aid,
Elis: children of our schools end State,
This coming of the mothers wait.
O doubting hearts! O tempted ones!
The shadows fade, the sunshine comes!
Freedom for each is best for all,
The "Golden Rule" our bugle call;
And as to victory on we move,
The banner over us is love.
And to our manor born,
Emerging from the darkness past
and looking toward the morn;
Their mothers labored, waited through
a night 'without a star.
The morning shows the suffrage flag
that bears the woman's star.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! For equal rights Hurrah!
Hurrah! For the suffrage flag
that bears the woman's star! This band is for all reforms,
war shall be at an end,
Bayonets and swords shall rust,
We'll use the brain, the pen
Laden with precious freight now
thunders on the progress car,
At the headlight waves the suffrage flag
that bears the woman's star.
CHORUS:
The ship of State for ages was
guided by starlight,
Till the cluster in our flag
almost dispelled the night.
'Tis freedom's day - our flag shall be
A sun no night can mar,
We'll add the light of the suffrage flag
that bears the woman's star.
(CHORUS)
Thus evolves the greatest triumph
of dual human race,
Church and State, the home and school,
and law and love embrace.
We'll have a perfect nation,
we'll march from near and far
To glory 'neath the Stars and Stripes
it shall bear the woman's star.
FINAL CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! For equal rights hurrah!
Hurrah! For the Stars and Stripes it shall bear the woman's star!
I've been down to Madison
To see the folks and sights;
You'd laugh, I'm sure, to hear them talk
About the women's rights.
Now 'tis just as plain as my old hat,
That's plain as plain can be
That if the women want the vote,
They'll get no help from me.
Not from Joe, not from Joe;
If he knows it, not from Joseph;
No, no, no, not from Joe;
Not from me, I tell you no!
Should vote as well as you?
Are there no problems in the State
That need our wisdom too?
We must pay our taxes same as you;
As citizens be true.
And if some wicked thing we do,
To jail we're sent by you.
Yes we are, same as you;
And you know it, don't you Joseph?
Yes you do, yet you boast:
You'll not help us win the vote.
But dear women, can't you see,
Your home is your true sphere?
Just think of going to the polls
Perhaps two times a year.
You are wasting time you ought to use
In sewing and at work,
Your home neglected all those hours;
Would you such duties shirk?
Help from Joe? Help from Joe?
If he knows it, not from Joseph;
No, no, no, not from Joe;
not from me, I tell you no:
Joseph, tell us something new;
We're tired of that old song:
We'll sew the seams and cook the meals,
To vote won't take us long.
We will help clean house, the one too large,
For man to clean alone,
The State and Nation, don't you see,
When we the vote have won.
Yes we wiII, and you'll help,
For you'll need our help, friend Joseph;
Yes you will, when we're in,
So you'd better help us win.
You're just right, how blind I've been,
I ne'er had seen it thus;
'Tis true that taxes you must pay
Without a word of fuss;
You are subject to the laws men made,
And yet no word or note,
Can you sing out where it will count.
I'll help you win the vote!
Yes I will.
(ALL) We'll together soon be voters;
Yes we will, if you'll all
vote "Yes" at the polls next fall
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We'll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that shall
Start the cause along.
Sing it as we ought to sing it,
Cheerily and strong,
Giving the ballot to the mothers.
CHORUS
Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! The homes they shall be free!
So we'll sing the chorus from the mountains to the sea--
Giving the ballot to the mother.
Bring the dear old banner, boys
And fling it to the wind;
Mother, wife and daughter,
Let it shelter and defend.
"Equal Rights" our motto is,
We're loyal to the end.
Giving the ballot to the mothers.
(CHORUS)
to the wild New Hampshire hills,
From our northern lakes of silver
to the sunny southern rills,
Lo! the clarion call of Freedom
all the listening silence thrills!
He have heard the voice of Freedom
from that far off western shore,
We have heard the echoes calling,
as our fathers heard of yore,
Let us sing its stirring music,
"Equal rights forevermore!"
We have watched the dawning splendor
of a promise in the skies,
We have heard His accents tender,
"Lo! ye faithful ones arise!"
"Who would equal justice render,
I will never more despise."
Going to the polls,
To put down the liquor traffic,
Need it vex their souls?
If we're angels, as they tell us,
Can we once suppose
That all the men would frown on us
When going to the polls?
CHORUS:
We love our boys, our household joys!
We love our girls as well;
The law of love is from above,
'Gainst that we ne'er rebel.
No discharge have Christian women
From the war with sin;
At the polls with Gog and Magog
Must the fight begin.
Since we've Bible-marching orders,
Need it fright our souls,
Though all the men should frown on
When going to the polls?
(CHORUS)
The boys of many a home,
Whose feet have trodden the wilds away,
As over the earth they roam?
CHORUS:
O, where are your boys today?
O, where are your boys today?
You love them full well --
Why will you not tell?
O, where ore your boys today?!
Ask of the winds that doth strew around
The sounds of the melody,
As the cup is passed midst the fateful sound
Of the midnight's revelry.
(CHORUS)
Where are the manly souls today,
Who once were the joy and pride
Of the hearts that were gay as the birdlings lay
On the morn they were pledged a bride?
(CHORUS)
Ask of the cold and the cheerless rooms --
of the little ones there unfed;
ask of the mounds in the silent glooms,
Where hearts lie broken and dead.
(CHORUS)
We still are calling on you today,
To save our boys and yours;
Give us the right the hands to stay,
From the wine cup's dread allures.
FINAL CHORUS:
We will save your boys today!
He will save your boys today!
The story we'll tell --
Bow we love them so well,
We will save your boys today!
our mothers and our sires
Lit up, for all the world to see,
the flame of freedom's fires;
Through bloodshed and through hardship
they labored in the fight;
Today we women labor still
for Liberty and Right.
Oh, we wear a yellow ribbon
upon our woman's breast,
He are prouder of its sunny hue
than of a royal crest;
'Twas God's own primal color,
born of purity and light,
We wear it now for Liberty,
for Justice and for Right.
We boast our land of freedom,
the unshackling of the slaves;
We point with proud, though bleeding hearts,
to myriads of graves.
They tell the story of a war
than ended Slavery's night;
And still we women struggle for
our Liberty, our Right.
Oh, we wear a yellow ribbon
upon our woman's breast,
He are prouder of its sunny hue
than of a royal crest;
'Twas God's own primal color,
born of purity and light,
We wear it now for Liberty,
for Justice and for Right.
of the coming of the time,
When law and right and love and might
shall make our land sublime,
When mount and hill and rock and rill
with freedom's light will shine,
As Truth comes marching on.
CHORUS:
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
As Truth comes marching on.
They saw it in the shadows
of that old New England Bay,
They heard it in the breezes
of that cold December day.
They sent it with the echoes
to Britannia far away,
That Truth was marching on.
Columbia's daughters saw it when
their brothers sprang to arms,
They heard it in the booming
of battle's rude alarms,
They read it in the shadows
of the dreary night's dead calms,
That Truth was marching on.
(CHORUS)
The trumpet then was sounded
that shall never call retreat;
Adown the cent'ries softly
we hear the tramp of feet;
Today we still are marching
to the same old music sweet,
Of Truth still marching on.
(CHORUS)
We're here to swell the anthem
that is heard across the sea,
That equal rights in law and love
is meant for you and me,
Where every law was founded
on the plane of liberty
While Truth came marching on.
(CHORUS)
Dear, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Women are wanting to vote.
Women have husbands, they are protected,
Women have sons by whom they're directed,
Women have fathers, they're not neglected,
Why are they wanting to vote?
Women have homes, there they should labor,
Women have children, whom they should favor,
Women have time to learn of each neighbor,
Why are they wanting to vote?
Women can dress, they love society,
Women have cash, with its variety,
Women can pray, with sweetest piety,
Why are they wanting to vote?
Women are preaching to Sinners today,
Women are healing the sick by the way,
Women are dealing out law as they may,
Why are they wanting to vote?
Women are trav'ling about, here and there,
Women are working like men everywhere,
Women are crowding, then claiming 'tis fair,
Why are they wanting to vote?
Women have reared all the sons of the brave,
Women have shared in the burdens they gave,
Women have labored your country to save,
That's why we're wanting to vote!
Uh dear, what can the matter be?
Dear, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
When men want every vote.
Claim we our liberty,
In freedom's name.
Guarding home's alter fires,
Daughters of patriot sires,
Their seal our own inspires
Justice to claim.
Women in every age
For this great heritage
Tribute have paid.
Our birth-right claim we now --
Longer refuse to bow;
On freedom's alter now
Our hand is laid.
Sons, will you longer see,
Mothers on bended knee
For justice pray?
Rise now, in manhood's might,
with earth's great souls unite
To speed the dawning light
Of freedom's day.
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