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RIGHTS OF WOMAN.
While each freeman's son
Boasts of rights in plenty,
Daughters have but one,
E'en at one-and-twenty:
'T is the right to choose
Whom we mean to marry,
And, at once, refuse
Tom, or Dick, or Harry;
'T is our chartered right,
Nature's hand has penned it,
Let us then unite
Bravely to defend it.
Boasts of rights in plenty,
Daughters have but one,
E'en at one-and-twenty:
'T is the right to choose
Whom we mean to marry,
And, at once, refuse
Tom, or Dick, or Harry;
'T is our chartered right,
Nature's hand has penned it,
Let us then unite
Bravely to defend it.
While our fathers fought
For our independence,
Patriot mothers taught
This to their descendants:—
Daughters guard and save
Rights too dear to barter,
Spurn the name of slave,
Freedom is your charter.
You 've the right to choose
Whom you mean to marry,
Whom you will refuse,
Tom, or Dick, or Harry.
For our independence,
Patriot mothers taught
This to their descendants:—
Daughters guard and save
Rights too dear to barter,
Spurn the name of slave,
Freedom is your charter.
You 've the right to choose
Whom you mean to marry,
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Tom, or Dick, or Harry.
Men may boast the bliss
Of a free election,
Women ask but this,
Uncontrolled affection;
Then we cheerly say,
Tutored by the pastor,
“Honor, love, obey,”
To our lord and master.
Daughters, guard and save
Rights too dear to barter,
Spurn the name of slave,
Freedom is our charter.
Of a free election,
Women ask but this,
Uncontrolled affection;
Then we cheerly say,
Tutored by the pastor,
“Honor, love, obey,”
To our lord and master.
Daughters, guard and save
Rights too dear to barter,
Spurn the name of slave,
Freedom is our charter.
There 's a claim more strong
Than a sire's or brother's;
If they think us wrong,
Let them ask our mothers:
When they played their parts,
Urged by love and beauty,
With their hands and hearts
They transferred their duty.
'T is our chartered right,
Nature's hand has penned it,
Let us then unite
Bravely to defend it.
Than a sire's or brother's;
If they think us wrong,
Let them ask our mothers:
When they played their parts,
Urged by love and beauty,
With their hands and hearts
They transferred their duty.
'T is our chartered right,
Nature's hand has penned it,
Let us then unite
Bravely to defend it.
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