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May
the ballot ply, Pardoned
convicts; drunkards, bummers. Tell
me why not I? How
is John, just out of college, More
for voting trained, Than
Grandmama, John owes what knowledge, Outside
of foot-ball gained? If
the forty-six enfranchise, As
you know they do, Vice
in nearly all its branches, Why
not women too? Patrick’s
vote his worth enhances, Ne’er
a vote have I, Yet
if I’d ask an alien’s chances, Half
the men would cry. Legislators
in convention, In
a certain state, Say
that Pat with his “intintion,” May
but six months wait; Then
he may take part in all elections, E’re
the year be gone, And
help exclude all complexions, Women
native born. If
a woman taxes paying, In
a certain town, In
its council asks a saying, Need
a body frown? She
may on the tax receiver, Any
day call round, But
at the polls to help relieve her, She
never must be found, If
our husbands, sons, and brothers, To
the circus went, Take
their sweethearts, wives and mothers, If
to the polls we went, Why
so dreadful should they find us? Really
I can’t see, Such
talk I’m sure is but to blind us, Don’t
you agree with me? Rowdies,
drunkards and pickpockets At
the circus door, Elbow
women, steal their lockets, At
the polls could they do more? To
the polls Tom, Dick and Harry Hie
[hide?] themselves away, To
tax the women votes they carry On
election day. If
it be true that Equal Rights Is
true Democracy, To
tax the women without votes is
downright tyranny, Then
list ye now to Freedom’s notes, Sure
as this planet rolls, American
women with their votes Are
comin’ to the polls. CONCLUSION For
the thing that’s right, you see, is
the thing that’s bound to be, And
it’s better He and She should pull
together So
we may as well prepare for She’s surely
“getting there” Over
prejudice, tradition, wind and weather. ---------------------------------------
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