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Song Of The Working-women

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Parent Issue
Day
1
Month
April
Year
1864
Copyright
Public Domain
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The war shout that rings up from battla Thrills through tlie uisweriiig crowd, When you fïee the slav.? as a chattel, The joy of i'reedom is luud. But the prayer that comes from a woman, When she asketli bread for toil, Is met with a clamor inhuman, 'Mid au eager rush for spoil. Work! work! work! Thisis theansweringcry, "Ourwives are fond of jewels, and widows weremade to sigh." We plead that our hands are a-weary, That our hearts are sad with care - . That our he.trths are desolate, dreary, Our spirits sunk in daspair. We plead that our children are crying For the food we cannot earn - That hope in our bosoms is dying, As a fire forgets to burn. [by, Work! work! work! Thus the anawer rushes "Our sons must have fast liorses, and children were born to cry." We say that our homes are darkened ; For the loved who gave them light To the first war trumpet harkened, And went away to the fight. Some have fallen low in the ditches, And some lie stark on the plain ; We mingle sad tears with our stitches, But, when we dare to complaiu - Work! work! work! This is the answering cry, "We must make wealth by coutracts, and soldiers enlist to die." Then we plead, that as gold goes higher Our fuel is rising too - That our hearts lack warmth and fire ; And the sewing that we eau do, With all our weary, toilsome stitching, With all our tears and pain, With our desolate miduight watching, Is worse, oh worse, than in rain. Work! work! work! is still the answering cry, "Heap coal and wine in our cellars - poor women were born to die "

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Wow! What a piece of labor history from a perspective I wouldn't have thought to look for. I stumbled on this while playing the library games.

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Old News
Michigan Argus