  What would you do, oh, my good brothers, Should anyone insult your mothers, Your sisters, sweethearts or your wives By saying they lived worthless lives Because they could not go to fight In cruel war with men of might? The one who slandered women so, Ah, you would treat him as your foe. What would you do, oh, my good brothers, Should anyone insult your mothers, Your sisters, sweethearts or your wives, Declaring they lived worthless lives And classing them with lunatics Or, even worse, with fierce convicts? The one who slandered women so, What would you do, oh, my good brothers, Should anyone insult your mothers, Your sisters, sweethearts or your wives By saying they are worthless lives, And that all women are inferiors, And even black men are superiors? The one who slandered women so, Ah, you would treat him as your foe. What would you do, oh, my good brothers, Should anyone insult your mothers, Your sisters, sweethearts or your wives By calling them mere worthless lives Because all men now take the lead, E'en though they cannot write or read? The one who slandered women so, Ah, you would treat him as your foe. Awake! Arise! Oh, my good brothers, Your country's law insults your mothers, Your sisters, sweethearts and your wives, Declaring that no vote have they As to who rules this U. S. A. So, modern knights, now make new laws That bear an equal franchise clause. |
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