Opis: Book of Songs (Classic Reprint) - Dooley John J.

Excerpt from Book of Songs

The Picture of Mother and Child.

There is a smile that has baffled the painters fine arts,
To produce it for years they have toiled,
But that beautiful smile they have failed to impart
In their picture of mother and child.

Chorus.

It is that smile that appears when the baby is born,
It will forever remain undefiled.
For the artist has never yet caught that sweet smile,
In his picture of mother and child.

It is that beautiful smile on the young mothers face,
Fresh and fair as the flowers in the morn,
It is a smile that is common to every race,
When a sweet little baby is born.

The artistic hand on the canvas may paint
All the splendors of woodland and sky,
But that beautiful smile on the young mothers face,
All painters best efforts defy.

She Was Only a Woman.

She was only a woman who had loved and had los',
It is only the woman who must pay the cost.
In a small country village she lived her young life.
Far away from the city's temptation and strife.
Like other young maids she was happy and gay,
When a false hearted young man, happened her way.
He told her he loved her, she believed wha' he said.
For he promised to marry this sweet country maid.

Refrain.

Broken hearted and sad she is weeping,
Grieving in sorrow alone.
In her arms her young baby lies sleeping,
She now has no friends and no home.
When the baby was born she was looked on with scorn.
Tho' the man who betrayed her went free.
She was not to blame if she los' her good name,
She is human just like you and me.

She was only a woman, confiding and true,
Loving and trusting as women will do.
How happy was she as the months speed along,
The love in her heart would burst forth into song.
Her false-hearted lover was planning to go
And leave his young sweethear' in sorrow and woe,
But this is a chance that a maiden must take,
She must suffer the shame for a false lovers sake.

She is only a woman, doomed by custom to fall,
For what can she do when deserted by all.
Former friends at her now point the finger of shame,
Her only refuge, is a house of ill-fame.
The law should make legal her innocent bebe
And make her the false lover's wife.
O think of the thousands of beautiful girls,
Would be saved to a clean moral life.

Equal Suffrage.

For centuries we were but a helpless slave
Our life was filled with drudgery and toi',
We had no freedom from childhood to the grave.
We bore it all with patience and a smile,
We are working with you men now side by side.
You have given us much freedom it is true,
Our ability now cannot be denied.
Then why should we not vote as well as you

Chorus.

Oh! Why should we not vote as well as you
There is something with the ballot we could do;
Those hell-holes of the night, we could close them all up tight,
If you will only let us vote along with you.

It is we, who teach your children in the school.
We train the boys and girls throughout this land.
When in sickness or in trouble as a rule,
It is a woman by your side will bravely stand.
When we assume the duties of a wife,
We take care of your home and children too.
With us you form a partnership for life,
Then why should we not vote as well as you

We are working in the office and the mill,
We have entered every branch of business life.
There are a few positions now we do not fill,
Though we prefer to be a loving wife.
In literature and art we have gained fame,
We are doctors, and have lawyers qui'e a few.
Then why should we not Equal Suffrage claim
We want the right to vote as well as you.
We would close the bar, the brewery, and the still,
It is we, who suffer most from this great curse,
While you drinking men the brewer's pocke's fill.
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Szczegóły: Book of Songs (Classic Reprint) - Dooley John J.

Nazwa: Book of Songs (Classic Reprint)
Autor: Dooley John J.
Wydawnictwo: FB &c Ltd
Kod paskowy: 9781331572695
Języki: angielski
Ilość stron: 22
Format: 15.2x22.9cm
Oprawa: Miękka

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