  As my train of thought rumbled over the Last topic it nearly tumbled; And, metre, I see, was hard to gee: But the subject next calling for my attention, Has me so perplexed that I scarcely can mention Even the little that I know and the facts show About woman suffrage more than you already know. Because I once rode with Phoebe Cousins And have read suffrage pieces by dozens; I’ve even heard Susan B. at the time that she Her speeches did make our customs to break, And yet, with all of that, little is under my hat, To enlighten you or tell you where I’m at Upon this subject great where women of late Their rights to get are defying the state. In Old Great Britt’n many of ’em are sitt’n Starving in jails sooner than lower their sails. But, considering it all, it looks to me, That if you make your ballots universally free To every living man who on top of earth walks And to every single, solitary woman who talks You wouldn’t help us much to get us out of the clutch Of bad laws passed and the evil designing of such As our liberties would take to—beat the Dutch.
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