NAWSA Subject Files Suffrage Songs Votefully Yours J.G.D. SUFFRAGETTE SONGS. As sung by the Dailey Quartet 5 CENTS EACH 50 CENTS DOZEN. SHALL WOMEN VOTE? 1913 NO QUESTION IS EVER SETTLED, UNTIL IT IS SETTLED RIGHT. J.G. DAILEY MUSIC CO, 4918 KINGSESSING AVE. PHILA., PA. There is one peculiarity about the right, it is always beautiful and pure. Victor Hugo. There is a woman at the bottom of every great movement. Lamartine. What a woman wills, God wills. Balzac. God repented of having made man but never of having made woman. Malherbe. SHALL WOMEN VOTE? 49 A.T. ALLIS By per. H.H. HARWOOD. 1. Things are not as they used to be Away back in the distance; 2. But things are giving her a boom of quite another spirit; 3. She demonstrates that she has brains For ev'ry requisition 4. It takes such mighty grasp of mind To see one's obligation, 5. So here alone we draw the line, By dextrously misquoting Before a thousand things we see Had ever an existence. For ev'ry place is making room according to her merit. Of home or State, to hold the reins In high or low position. Where interests are so combined As in a State or Nation. Some scripture, giving right divine For men to do the voting. For women seemed a cipher then, And man the only figure; Abreast with men in ev-ry race -Though often a beginner - But we - the men who make the laws, And that because we love her. That only those of stronger mould Can hope to measure to them; They may be green as green can be; And thus we raise the quarrel - And even when allied with men, She only made him bigger. She runs with dignity and grace And scores the mark, a winner. Enact them with a little clause Which places us above her. Or seeing them, can be so bold As fearlessly to do them. But man's superiority, Is chiefly in apparel. D.S - Knows how to rule a saint or fool: Has done it through the ages; That clowns and fools, of all the schools Her rights can disinherit. Chorus D.S. 1st v. She has the art to win the heart of clowns as well as Sages: 5th v. And yet, alas, it comes to pass (No matter what her merit) DOWN WITH THE BOSSES, THE PEOPLE SHALL RULE. J.G. Dailey's Great Reform Song. SAMPLE COPY 15 cents. REGULAR, 40 cents Money Refunded if Dissatisfied NAWSA. 75 SUFFRAGE SONGS Selections from the Songs submitted in the Competition for the Bishop Prize February 1, 1909 Trades Docum 228 Prize Song 1 The Marching Song Louis J. Block. Tune - Battle Hymn of the Republic. Lo! the nations have been toiling up a steep and rugged road, Resting oft by stream and mountain, bent beneath the heavy load, Gazing toward the coming freedom from the anguish and the goad, For the Hope has led them on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! glory, glory, hallelujah! For the Hope has led them on. In western strong republic, under skies pierced through and through With a light of nobler foresight, life becomes more rich and true, And a mightier strength is given to the hands that strive and do, While the Hope still leads men on. Mother, prophetess, and holy, through the ages of the clan, Uttering words of potent wisdom in the ear of struggling man, Woman rose and strode beside him 'mid the dangers of the van, Kindling Hope that led him on. Now again the voice is ringing through the ever brightening air, And her wakened heart is calling unto labors, fine and fair, That shall weave the robes of beauty which mankind in peace shall wear, Since the Hope is leading on. Forth they step and march together, forth the Man and Woman go, To the plains of vast achievement where unfettered rivers flow, And their work shall stand exalted, and their eyes shall shine and glow, With the Hope that led them on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! glory, glory, hallelujah! For the Hope still leads them on. 2 "Votes for Women" Song Bertha Coover. Tune - "When Johnny Comes Marching Home." What is it the women do now demand? 'Tis votes, 'tis votes. We hear their clamor on every hand For votes, for votes. In justice's name they ask this right And urge all forces to unite. For votes, votes, votes, votes, 'Tis plain they must have their votes. For votes, votes, votes, votes, 'Tis plain they must have their votes. Think of the battles our brother have waged For votes, for votes. O'er mountain and valley the carnage has raged For votes, for votes. The women are trusting the power of words, Instead of resorting to rifles and swords, For votes, votes, votes, votes, They use women's weapons for votes. For votes, votes, votes, votes, They use women's weapons for votes. Women in four of our western states Have votes, have votes. They count for progress, report relates, These votes, these votes. If women there to the polls may go, Why not all in all states, pray let us know, With votes, votes, votes, votes? Oh let all women have votes. With votes, votes, votes, votes? Oh let all women have votes. In Australia women have won the day For votes, for votes. In New Zealand and Finland and now Norway, For votes, for votes. To help in good service the women were sent, Which also includes in the government, By votes, votes, votes, votes. Sure, women must have their votes. By votes, votes, votes, votes. Sure women must have their votes. 3 Song "Together" (Chorus after the last verse only.) Do you hear the sound of sorrow in the darkness of the night? 'Tis our Mother Country weeping over wrongs s he cannot right; She is weeping in the shadow, she is crying for the light, O, who will right her wrong? Do you hear the surging murmur that is filling all the air? 'Tis the Mother's loving daughters, they are whispering their prayer, They are pleading, "O our brothers, give us leave you toil to share, And we will right her wrong." Do you hear the sound of shouting swelling in a mighty tide? 'Tis our loyal brothers calling, "You shall be no more denied, You are welcome, O our sisters, we will labor side by side, And we will right her wrong." Do you hear the sound of triumph of a chorus free and grand? 'Tis the chanting of an army that no evil can withstand; "We are coming. O our mother, we are marching hand in hand, And we will right your wrong." -CHORUS- Jubilate, Jubilate, Jubilate, O our Mother, Jubilate, O our Mother, For we will right your wrong. 4 The New Day MAY ESTELLE COOK. Tune - "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Arise, O Star of Womanhood! Guide thou our steps aright! From out the tangles of the past, the wanderings of the night, Lead us to heights where we may hail in liberty's clear light, The new and glorious day. -CHORUS- Star of promise, lead us ever! Till with patient, glad endeavor Man and woman win together, The new and glorious day. Teach us to scorn all selfish ease, all ignorance and greed, To count our own all human wrong and every human need, To serve and hasten everywhere, by thought and word and deed The new and glorious day. Let woman weave the charm of home for city and for state, Where children and the poor and lost her ministry await, And by the magic of her love bid her inaugurate The new and glorious day. Speed thou the answer to our prayer that woman shall be free, That she shall hold the ballot's power in perfect equity, And side by side with man shall share in full equality The new and glorious day. 5 Song for Equal Suffrage CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN. Day of hope and day of glory! After slavery and woe, Comes the dawn of woman's freedom, and the light shall grow and grow Until every man and woman equal liberty shall know, In Freedom marching on! Not for self, but larger service, has our cry for freedom grown; There is crime, disease and warfare in a world of men alone, In the name of love we're rising now to serve and save our own, As Peace comes marching on! By every sweet and tender tie around our heartstrings curled, In the cause of nobler motherhood is woman's flag unfurled, Till every child shall know the joy and peace or mother's world -- As Love comes marching on! We will help to make a pruning hook of every outgrown sword, We will help to knit the nations in continuing accord, In humanity made perfect is the glory of the Lord! And His world is marching on! 6 All souls are Marching On ARTHUR BRENTON COOK. God, give us grace and wisdom for a cause so truly great As the setting free of woman for the freeing of the state; And endue us with Thy power for the work we contemplate. All souls are marching on. There's a "government by virtue" that is greater than the sword; The influence of kindly deed, or true and gentle word. Loyal hearts have royal title at the ballot to be heard. All souls are marching on. Long the world has crowned the woman with the laurel of success In the realm of highest virtues that mankind supremely bless. Let men now, with manly courage, her equality confess. All souls are marching on. Hail to thee, O nation glorious, when the women have a voice, For the welfare of the people, by assisting in the choice Of the rulers and the principles in which we may rejoice. All souls are marching on. Strengthened be our zeal and fervor for the Family of Man, Recognizing all Thy children as within the might plan That has clearer grown, and brighter, ever since the world began. All souls are marching on. 7 To Chicago Tune - "America." SARAH MARTYN WRIGHT. Chicago! 'Tis to thee We come for liberty; Our cause is just. Our "equal rights" we claim In freedom's sacred name; We're led by that pure flame, And win we must. Our home we would protect, Its duties ne'er neglect For righteous cause! But by our votes we'd try Each law to purify. With help from God on high We ne'er will pause. 8 The New Battle Hymn JULIA MILLS DUNN. There's a light upon the mountain, there's a path across the sea, And from far off Finland's valleys rolls a chorus strong and free, "Hallelujah, hallelujah! 'tis the year of Jubilee," And God will lead us on. -CHORUS- Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The truth is sailing on. As the Wise Men journeyed onward by the glory of the star, We are watching for the beacon lights beyond the harbor bar, Help us give them freedom, brother, 'tis their seems dark and far, And you can guide us on. We have sent our best beloved forth to battle for the right, We have watched beside the wounded through the sad and solemn night, We have given of our solace, brothers, give us of your might, And God will lead you on. Hear the children calling, calling from the dark and dismal mine, See our daughters toiling, toiling in the workshops where they pine, Help us give them freedom, brothers, 'tis their right as well as thine, And God will lead us on. Fling aloft the flag of freedom, it has never met defeat, Stripes of service, stars of glory in its tossing colors meet, Strength of man and love of woman, let the symbol be complete, While we go marching on. 9 A Suffrage Song ANONYMOUS. Oh, the winds are blowing bravely from the mountain tops of dream, From the snowy heights of justice where the rocky ramparts gleam. Sons and daughters of the nations breathe in joy the living stream Of truth that drives us on. Yea, the daughters long in bondage lift the flag and shout the cry: Ours the burden of the race is -- shall the race then pass us by While we rust in sloth and weakness, and ourselves our power deny -- While truth is leading on? Sisters, brothers, one in purpose, one in duty and delight, Hand in hand and heart to heart together seeking out the right, Lo, the fog shall roll away, and all the world shall walk in light, For truth is marching on. 10 A Song CAROLINE S. MADDOCKS. The name of woman honored has swept down through ages bare, She has worn the crown of sorrow, but of glories had a share; She has worn a mighty guerdon, she can mightier guerdons wear; All honor to her name. Now she standeth at the altar of a city's great desire. She is laying there her offering of love and work and fire, She is pouring there an incense that shall rise as souls aspire - All honor to her name. She is asking not a banner nor yet a cross to bear; She is calling not for honor nor a martyr's crown to wear, She wants the civic ballot, a glorious work to share. All honor to her name. These are wrongs that need redressing, there are rights that need to grow; There are mercies, there are blessings, which but woman's heart can know; There are heights for her attaining in our nation's fire and glow; All honor to her name. 11 The Great Army HENRY N. ROBY. There's a great and growing army With their banners wide unfurled, Their battle-cry is ringing Like a trumpet round the word, Their flaming bolts of battle 'Gainst the ranks of wrong are hurled. As they go marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! As they go marching on. Their cry today is ringing, Round the land from sea to sea, It's the cry for right and justice, Like the voice of Galilee, A cry the world will echo Till its people all are free As they go marching on. It's the cry of wives and mothers, Pealing forth on every hand, It's the cry of all the sisters, And the daughters of the land, A cry for woman's freedom That the world shall understand, As they go marching on. 12 Equality to All EUPHEMIA M. HUNTER. Not with the roar of battle, Nor the blare of fife and drum; Not with swords and bristling bayonets Our earnest cohorts come; But with peace emblazoned banners We are rising to the call, Equality to all. Marching, marching on to victory, Marching, marching on to victory, Marching, marching on to victory, Equality to all. From humble wayside stations And from cities proud and grand; From Maine to California Throughout this blessed land; From home, and school, and busy mart, Rings out the stirring call, Equality to all. 13 The Woman's Battle Cry MARY E. PURDY. There's a sound of many waters, rushing onward to the sea, Bearing on their deepening billows Argosies of Liberty, And they shout the joyful tidings, "Every Mortal shall be Free," As they go sailing on. -CHORUS- Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The truth is sailing on. Hark, the tramp of many millions that have heard the joyful sound, As it echoed in its gladness all the fettered world around; They are marching in the highway that the "Woman's Cause has found," Where truth is marching on. Oh! Mothers, Wives and Sisters, 'tis the Spirit of Today That is calling you to action, Oh! be ready for the fray; Not with bullets, but with ballots, let us rise and clear the way, For God is marching on. EQUAL SUFFRAGE SONG SHEAF by EUGÉNIE M. RAYÉ-SMITH COME VOTE , LADIES! (Tune: "Good-night, Ladies!") Come vote, ladies; come vote, ladies; come vote. ladies; The civic call obey. Gladly will we cast a vote, cast a vote, cast a vote, Gladly will we cast a vote On Election Day! TEN CENTS A COPY Dedicated to Our Leader in the Land REV. ANNA HOWARD SHAW Copyright, 1912, by Eugénie M. Reyé-Smith. Equal Suffrage Song Sheaf. By Eugénie M. RAYÉ-Smith. CONTENTS. (Tune in brackets.) Page. March of Men of Justice ("Men on Harlech") 2 God Bless Our Noble Cause ("Russian Hymn") 3 "Votes for Women" Sure to Win ("Yankee Doodle") 3 There's Nothing to Stop Us from Voting ("We Won't Go Home Until Morning") 4 Marching to Victory and Freedom ("Marching Through Georgia" 4 Woman's Song of Union ("Suwanee River") 5 Sing of Woman Free ("John Brown's Body") 6 Bring It to Pass in the Year ("Bring Back my Bonnie") 6 Song of the Harrassed Man Voter (Wearing of the Green) 7 Welcome to Thee ("Wedding March" from Lohengrin) 8 Womanhood, True Womanhood ("Maryland, My Maryland") 8 When Woman Comes to Her Own ("When Johnny Comes Marching Home") 9 Set Your Daughters Free ("Wait for the Wagon") 10 How Can Such Things Be? ("Oh, Susannah!") 10 Plea to Legislators---Men in Law-Halls ("Austria") 11 In the Name of the State ("Bonnie Dundee") 12 Next Election Day ("Tramp, Tramp") 12 On the Way to Vote (:Coming Thro' the Rye") 13 The Homeland Guard ("The Watch on the Rhine") 14 The Call of Home and Country ("The Marséllaise") 14 There Is a Voter in the Town ("There is a Tavern") 15 At the Gateway ("The Lorelei") 16 Published by Eugénie M. Rayé-Smith, Richmond Hill, New York City. March of Men of Justice (Tune: "March of the Men of Harlech.") Men of justice, men true-hearted, Sons of war-sires long departed, Hark, the call they bravely started Ringing round the world! 'Twas the call for rights but human, Rights then due to every true man, Now proclaimed the rights of woman, By her flag unfurled! Fling its folds a-flying! Then beneath it vying, The world shall know You trust her so You yield her rights undying. Onward, 'tis your country needs her; Bravest he who quickly heeds her, Noblest he who proudly leads her Forth in Freedom's name! Thorny paths of pride and power, Paths where beetling errors tower, Paths where secret interests cower, These your route shall be. Hearts of steel, can such dismay you? No, the goal of right will stay you, Light in woman's life repay you When you hail her free! Lift her banner higher! On, let none deny her! The height appears, The goal of years! She wins with manhood by her! Progress long foreshown through ages Now proclaims you both her sages, Equal now on glory's pages, One in Freedom's name! [2] Suffrage Hymn: God Bless Our Noble Cause! (Tune: "Russian Hymn.") God bless our noble cause. May it victorious Triumph o'er prejudice, o'er error and night: Moving resistless onward, till when all glorious, Woman and man stand forth in equal right! To Thee in hope we turn, Might Defender, Champion of helplessness, of innocence and truth. Lo! woman brings her plea, and lo! to attend her, See here her helpless charges, age and youth! God of the Universe, righteous and holy In They sight is this fight to safeguard the race! Give to the mothers, then, howe'er poor and lowly, Weapons to fight the Beast in earth's high place! "Votes for Women," Sure to Win. (Tune: "Yankee Doodle.") It happened once in England fair That woman's mind got started On thinking suffrage rights her share, From her unjustly parted, That laws and taxes she should heed In which she had no say, sir, To her fair thought seemed false indeed; She cried, "We'll not obey, sir." Chorus - "Votes for women," keep it up; Never mind what party; "Votes for women," sure to win! Sing it strong and hearty! "We'll show the world through word and deed By us the vote is wanted; Let legislators now take heed; Our courage is undaunted!" The struggle waxes fierce and strong; With zeal these women burning, Will bring the men to own their wrong, All weak traditions spurning! [3] To cousins now across the sea Strong hope is thus imparted. They need no force to set them free, They turn to men true-hearted. What women will in this good land 'Tis done before you speak, sir, With loyal word and willing hand They're given what they seek, sir! THERE'S NOTHING TO STOP US FROM VOTING. (Tune: "We Won't Go Home Until Morning.") There's nothing to stop us from voting, Once and again in the year! Some men are afraid of our voting, But they are tyrants, my dear! To tax without representing, Will spill more tea overboard! So, come quick, give us the vote, sir. Have done with this quarreling! MARCHING TO VICTORY AND FREEDOM. (Tune: "Marching Through Georgia.") Come and join the marching throng, My sisters, do you hear? Singing as we pass along Our suffrage cause so dear; Singing till the echoes answer back a shout of cheer, Marching to victory and freedom! Chorus—Hurrah! hurrah! we bring the victory! Hurrah! hurrah! the vote to make us free! So we'll sing of suffrage from the mountains to the sea, Marching to victory and freedom! 4 Bring the golden banner, girls, To guide us on our way; How its message bright unfurls And helps us win the day! How its very color makes the spirit strong and gay, Marching to victory and freedom! Thus we make a pathway here For citizens to be; Thus we make a pathway clear For women to be free; Thus we drive resistance from the mountains to the sea, Marching to victory and freedom! WOMAN'S SONG OF UNION. (Tune: "Suwanee River.") Way off across the waste of waters, Far, far away, Hear now the call of England's daughters, Herald of Freedom's day: "We greet you, sisters of a nation Born from our side, Joint heirs in civic right and station, One common law our guide!" Chorus—All the world is one great union, Equal rights our lay! Come, sisters, join the vast communion, Help usher in our day! Back ringing o'er the waste of waters, Where echoes play Hark! voices of Columbia's daughters Join answer on the way: "With joy profound and-true devotion Our prayers we blend, One band united by old ocean, One human goal our end!" 5 SING OF WOMAN FREE! (Tune: "John Brown's Body.") Hoary Winter has retreated, And the Spring is dancing here; All the dreary cold has fleeted, Warmth and sunlight now appear. We have reached the height of gladness in the bright time of the year To sing of woman free! Chorus—Marching with the May sky o'er us, With our golden flag before us, We shall swell the suffrage chorus And sing of woman free! There's a promise in the showing Of each bud and blade of grass, There's fulfillment in the blowing Of the flow'rets where we pass; 'Tis an earnest of success to those who lift the struggling mass And herald woman free! Not a single sign has failed us Since the dayspring of the year; Eastern womanhood has hailed us, Western sisters bring us cheer: Ours the harvest; bud and blossom, then the full corn in the ear, For the woman shall be free! BRING IT TO PASS IN THE YEAR (Tune: "Bring Back My Bonnie to Me.") For suffrage from ocean to ocean, For suffrage from mountain to shore, Fair women are all in commotion, And men leaguers with them galore. Chorus—One pull, a strong pull, Bringing the ballot so near, so near, Another pull, together pull, And bring it to pass in the year! 6 Last night as we listened and waited, A message came over the sea, It wished us good luck and it stated Our sisters in China are free. The "voice of the people" has spoken, 'Tis borne by the wind o'er the sea, To loyal hearts wafting the token, The presage of near victory. SONG OF THE HARRASSED MAN VOTER. (Tune: "The Wearing of the Green.") Oh, townsmen, have you heard the cry that's lately noised about? The suffragists and antis turn the city inside out— With meetings here and meetings there, 'twould turn a sane man's head; Before it's o'er we men will pass our votes to them instead! I met an ardent churchman and he wildly grasped my hand, Said he, "What will become of all the good wrought in this land? The women in our parishes refuse to work or pay Unless they have a voice and vote on church election day." I turned and hustled onward, when I heard another shout; "The suffragists are headed down the street this way, look out! With bands and propaganda they will fairly rope you in; To treat frail man when out for air thus, I say, is a sin!" "What rights have I that you would like?" I to their leader said. "We covet none of yours, sir, help us gain our own instead! We're the most persistent creatures; what use to tell us nay? We'll gain our vote or know the reason on election day." The air was quiet for awhile, then came an awful wail: "The antis now are 'on the job'; their work would turn you pale!" Back to the home all womankind, they've ordered with a rush; O'er offices and industry there falls a frightful hush. "What trick is this?" the men demand, then rave and fiercely swear; "With smashing glass for deviltry it will not e'en compare! To suffragists we now appeal: bring back our labor, pray, And you shall have the ballot by the next election day!" 7 WELCOME TO THEE! (Tune: "Wedding March" from Lohengrin.) Welcome to thee, new-born and free! Pride of the dawn of a nation's great day; Woman for man; God's noblest plan, Equal with him under Truth's perfect sway! Welcome as herald of justice and peace, Guide to an era when war cries may cease; Out of the night, Into the light, Winning the world back to freedom and right! Welcome, we say, thrice welcome day! Bringing as bride this new woman to man; Helpmate indeed, born for his need, Born to march with him in liberty's van. Welcome, thrice welcome, heaven blessed pair, Leaders of progress in which all may share! Out of the night, Into the light, Winning the world back to freedom and right! WOMANHOOD, TRUE WOMANHOOD. (Tune: "Maryland, My Maryland.") Thou shalt not lose in nobler charm, Womanhood, fair womanhood; The cause of right need not alarm, Womanhood, fair womanhood. For tender heart and strong right arm Together will the world disarm; To beauty strength can bring no harm, Womanhood, fair womanhood. Nor shalt thou lose in high renown, Womanhood, brave womanhood; Thy head shall wear the brighter crown, Womanhood, brave womanhood. Press on though weakling creatures frown, Though tumult strive thy call to drown; No weight of wrong can bear thee down, Womanhood, brave womanhood 8 They cause with human weal is fraught, Womanhood, true womanhood; For child and home thy granddames wrought, Womanhood, true womanhood. Let not their labors go for naught, The vantage won be vainly brought, Enlarge the rights they bravely sought, Womanhood, true womanhood. WHEN WOMAN COMES TO HER OWN. (Tune: "When Johnny Comes Marching Home.") When woman comes marching to her own Hurrah! Hurrah! A royal welcome she'll be shown, Hurrah! Hurrah! The bells will ring, the bands will play, We'll give her Godspeed on her way; For we'll bless the day When woman comes to her own! The very streets will smile and shout, Hurrah! Hurrah! For cleanliness to reign throughout, Hurrah! Hurrah! The winds will set the echoes free, The birds will join and sing for glee; For we'll bless the day When woman comes to her own! With no uncertain steps she comes, Hurrah! Hurrah! She'll sweep the city of its slums; Hurrah! Hurrah! She'll show us how to legislate To save and to upbuild the State; So we'll bless the day When woman comes to her own! 9 SET YOUR DAUGHTERS FREE. (Tune: "Wait for the Wagon.") Oh, New York, with your pride of wealth and luxury untold, What, prize you not a woman's worth as greater far than gold? A mighty call now echoes for you from sea to sea, Oh, Leader of the Union, come set your daughters free! Chorus—We're waiting for New York, Waiting for New York, Waiting for the Empire State to set her daughters free! We do not wish to shame you, but lo! we're at the gate! Some braver sisters entered, but we seem bound to wait; We've always thought your wisdom our guide through life should be, Now must we try to doubt it? No, set your daughters free! Together on life's journey should man and woman ride, So grant them equal suffrage and they'll travel side by side; We look to you, New York, in this our champion to be; Then rend the chains of custom and set your daughters free! HOW CAN SUCH THINGS BE? (Tune: "Oh, Susannah!") I came from California, where the women folk are free I'm bound for Pennsylvania, old-fashioned folks to see! Election night the day I left and every poll all right; I crossed the line, near lost my breath; election was a fight; Chorus—Oh, men voters, How can such things be? In all this free America Only one-half can be free! I travelled long, I travelled fast, I went by rail and river; Election sights in many a state, they'd make a home man shiver! Some men they say too decent are; they will not come to vote; Says I, "Invite the women out and then a change you'll note!" 10 then came a revelation when I reached my journey's end, I saw the lowest ranks of men to polling places wend, While wistfully some women gazed a block or two away As to the assessor's door they passed their taxes for to pay! If I could run for President, I'd want a good clean fight; I'd want the women on my side, I'd grant their equal right; I'd pledge my word of honor in the lists to meet them fair, And if they asked me for a deal, I'd make it on the square! PLEA TO LEGISLATORS—MEN IN LAW-HALLS. (Tune: "Austria.") Men in law-halls here assembled, Hear us now before you pray. We, who ne'er have shirked, or trembled, Duty's mandates to obey On your sense of justice leaning, Ask of you in Freedom's name Right now fraught with potent meaning in those laws which here you frame. See the frail young lives we cherish, Of our flesh and blood a part! Want and wrong decree they perish, Bought and sold upon the mart. Fathers, hear our plea of anguish; Would ye see your daughters die? Let us save e'er more they languish, Give us power to heed their cry! See these hands with labor broken, Where we're speeded up for gain; See these scars, of war the token, Battling want too oft in vain! Have yet tender wives and mothers? Would ye see them blighted stand? Make us heard then with our brothers; Make us equals in the land! 11 IN THE NAME OF THE STATE. (Tune: "Bonnie Dundee.") To the lords of creation, 'twas woman who spoke, "We have toiled for the nation: our plea is no joke, We have laid on her shrine all we cherish most dear, Our fortunes, our children, 'tis time you should hear. Chorus—"Come answer our plea; come grant us a plan For government jointly by woman and man. If you own us your peers ours the ballot should be, So we ask in the name of the State to be free. "All the weight of taxation for years we have known, Without representation; what patience we've shown! We have served in the home, at the loom, in the mart, With no voice in the laws where we know best our part. "Brunt of war's desolation we've painfully borne, Bringing forth for the nation our sons to be torn. Have we nothing to say when men's passions decree That by bloodshed alone we requited can be?" NEXT ELECTION DAY. (Tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching.") In our Western home we sit, Thinking, Eastern friends, of you And the noble cause to which you give your might; And our eyes with joy are lit As we read of all you do, For we're proud of you, our sisters dear, tonight! Chorus—Tramp, tramp, tramp, we're onward marching, Good luck, comrades, on the way! And beneath the golden glow Of the suffrage flag, we know. You will join us on the next election day! 12 We have fought the battle here, We have won the freeman's right, So we promise you a loyal helping hand; Bid our sisters all good cheer, For the goal is now in sight, You are crossing now into the promised land! From the East we greeting send, Where we work for freedom's day, And we look to you, oh children of our pride. With your own our voices blend, And our hearts are almost gay, For we hope to take our place soon at your side. Chorus—Tramp, tramp, tramp, we're onward marching. Good luck comrades on the way! And beneath the golden glow Of the suffrage flag, we know. We will join you on the next election day! ON THE WAY TO VOTE. (Tune: "Coming Through the Rye.") Gin a man should meet a woman On the way to vote; Gin the smile with smile most human, News not fit to quote! Chorus—Every Jill must have her Jack, sir, Why should this cause note? Yet all the world cries out, "Alack! sir," On the way to vote. Gin a pair meet in the gloaming When the voting's o'er, Gin they plight their troth while homing, Who their plight deplore? Throughout the land we take our stand For human sympathy, With vote in hand we understand, A brother's claim we see. 13 THE HOMELAND GUARD. (Tune: "The Watch on the Rhine.") What clarion call rings loud and clear, What tread of hosts now greets the ear? It is the noble patriot band Brought forth to save the fair homeland! Chorus—Oh, freeland dear, no danger fear! Oh, freeland dear, no danger fear! Firmly for human rights we take our stand, To guard our children, hearths and fair homeland! We come fully many a thousand strong, We come to save from cruel wrong; We'll guard the sacred gate of home, We'll clear the haunts where vice roam! Our faith by solemn vow we plight Beneath our banner's golden light: While flows one drop of patriot blood, We'll justice seek and common good! THE CALL OF HOME AND COUNTRY. (Tune: "The Marseillaise.") What ho! ye daughters of a nation! Hark now the call—your country's call; For women true and brave of every station Her need is great, her need is for you all, Her need is great, her need is for you all! With man-made laws she struggled on one-handed, While vainly the crushed and feeble cry Where mid life's sordid scenes they die And against them all earth's strength seems banded! Chorus—Arise, the calls is yours, Go forth, the world awaits! Press on! Press on! Till all her States Fling wide to you their gates! 14 Your sisters, too, 'tis they who call you, And must their prayers be made in vain? No, forward press whatever now befall you, Cast self aside and work for woman's gain; Cast self aside and work for woman's gain; From labor's hall the weary toilers streaming, Behold, their eyes are set on you! Their fate is fixed by what you do! With hope their faces now are gleaming. And lo! the mightiest call resounding, From childhood lips rings clear and true, Plaintive echoes from the street rebounding; Mother heart, the children look to you! Mother heart, the children look to you! Their needs, can manhood truly comprehend them? When worldly cares his mind enslave? No, 'tis the woman's hand they crave, 'Tis for woman's mother mind to 'fend them! THERE IS A VOTER IN THE TOWN. (Tune: "There Is a Tavern in the Town.") There is a voter in the town, in the town, And he doth shrewdly set it down, set it down, That we can never cast a vote like man, While he may vote whene'er he can! Chorus—He is surely a repeater, But will woman let him cheat her? No, remember that the closest friends must part, must part. Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu, We may no longer stay with you, stay with you; We'll pin our hats to California's flag And let the Eastern rascals wag! There is a woman in the town, in the town, And she doth shrewdly set it down, set it down, That she cast a vote like any man, Like any China—Chinaman! 15 Come dig his grave both wide and deep, wide and deep; A ballot-box at head and feet, head and feet, And on his breast place the honest yellow flag, To show we've killed the Eastern wag! Chorus—He was surely a repeater, etc.— AT THE GATEWAY. (Tune: "The Lorelei.") We stand in the gateway of ages, We gaze down the path of the past, We wonder what truth it presages, What hides in the future so vast. The air is rife now with changes, The pulse of a world's throbbing heart, Whose destinies man now arranges, Where woman shall soon bear her part. A shadow like midnight reposeth Across the fair land of our pride, Injustice her pinions uncloseth, Equality's sunlight to hide! A wail from the blackness comes shrieking, Frail forms stretch their arms to the sky; The children of labor are speaking, "Oh, mothers, come save ere we die!" To firesides of peace and contentment The wails of the perishing rise; In woman's brave heart flames resentment, The mother-love in her replies: "We're coming, oh children of sorrow, We'll save you from dens where you pine, We'll strive that a righteous tomorrow May bring to you justice divine!" Richmond Hill Record Print Richmond Hill, L. I. 16 THE GREAT EQUAL SUFFRAGE CAMPAIGN SONG Dedicated to the Universal Cause of Equal Suffrage JUSTICE BALLOT JUSTICE: Woman, go take with Man thy rightful place, Do thy full duty well, and help protect the race. VOTES FOR WOMEN WORDS AND MUSIC BY MARY LOUISE CARLETON PUBLISHED BY THE CALIFORNIA MUSIC PRESS SAN LEANDRO, CALIFORNIA Price 25c Net; 3 Copies 60c; 10 Copies $1.75. Mailed Postpaid in U. S. A. COPYRIGHT 1911, BY THE CALIFORNIA MUSIC PRESS The Prettiest Schottische ever written. 4 pages. Mailed on receipt of net price, 25c. Address, THE CALIFORNIA MUSIC PRESS, San Leadro, Cal. A Peach of a Schottische WESTON P. TRUESDELL. mf marcato marcato Copyright, 1909, by Weston P. Truesdell DON'T FAIL TO SEND FOR OUR FREE CATALOGUE SHOWING FULL SIZE FIRST PAGES OF MANY BEAUTIFUL PIANO SOLOS AND SONGS. THE CALIFORNIA MUSIC PRESS, SAN LEANDRO, CALIFORNIA Votes for Women. Dedicated to the Universal Cause of Equal Suffrage. Words and Music by Mary Louise Carleton. There is no realm in earth's do-main, 'Mongst beasts, nor birds, nor 'Twas said not man-y years a-go, By men was and discreet, bees, Where such un-e-qual code doth reign, As that which Man decrees: That wo-men had no souls, you know, But on-ly heads and Who holds that Wo-man hath no part Nor place in coun-cil feet. These days we've souls, that's some re-lief, But still the fact re-mains Copyright, 1911, by The California Music Press. 3 grave, Who holds that Man alone is "smart," And pure, and wise, and According to man's best belief, We're sadly short of brave. Ah! relic of a by-gone age, Shall we thy truth admit? brains! Day follows night, and Darkness flees, At dawn of Justice Shall never Man turn o'er the page On which was error fair, When inequality shall cease, In council all may writ? Shall we ne'er waken from that Night We dwelt in cave and share. Why should not Woman work with Man To speed the coming Votes for Women. 4 tree, When sim-ple force of Might made Right, When Woman mute must be? day, When shall be-come in fact, the plan That God hath had al-way? CHORUS. Soprano Alto But now we see the Light gleam-ing o'er the land, Jus-tice and Right Tenor Bass march-ing hand in hand. Strug-gle on, for vic-to-ry is near, The Votes for Women. 5 day is come when wo-men vote, Votes for Wo - men! Just our sim-ple right; We want to help to make the world more bright. Men must know that we are tru-ly working for the good of all. Votes for Women. C. E. Griggs, Music Engraver, 3229 Harold St., Oakland Cal This Charming Vocal Gem will be mailed to any address on receipt of net price, 25c. Address, THE CALIFORNIA MUSIC PRESS, San Leandro, Cal. WILL LOVE BE FOR AYE? Waltz Song. Words and Music by WESTON P. TRUESDELL INTRODUCTION. cantabile Dear Heart, oh tell Will Love be for aye? Con-stant to dwell As years pass a-way, Hath Love life di-vine From Death's do-min-ion free? Is Copyright 1903, by Weston. P. Truesdell. A Catchy Waltz Song, with Swinging Chorus. Mailed anywhere on receipt of price, 25c. Address, THE CALIFORNIA MUSIC PRESS, San Leandro, Cal. WHIST IS THE ONLY GAME. Waltz Song. Words and Music by WESTON P. TRUESDELL. 1. When lights shine bright, at fall of 2. I had five trumps, and six had 3. What do you think that girl in night, A quar-ter I'll put in clo'es -- I'll chase a-way to the place they she, No dia-mond in that hand of mine,-- I laughed with glee as I said to pink Re-turned when she led out a-gian -- She led her trumps, her ace, her Copyright, 1911, by Weston P. Truesdell. SUFFRAGE MARCHING SONG WORDS BY FLORENCE LIVINGSTON LENT MUSIC BY FANNY CONNABLE LANCASTER 25¢ net OFFICIALLY APPROVED AND SOLD FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE EQUAL SUFFRAGE CAUSE MASSACHUSETTS WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE ASSOCIATION 585 BOYLSTON STREET, BOSTON, MASS., DISTRIBUTERS PROOF COPY. Not intended for Publication or to be sold. 2 SUFFRAGE MARCHIHNG SONG Words by FLORENCE LIVINGSTON LENT Music by FANNY CONNABLE LANCASTER With rythmic swing: sharply defined f in time VOICE A - Let Her broaden PIANO f f in time wake! A-wake! ye sis-ters all, In this our glor-ious wo-man take the helm and steer Out on that mur-ky wish is not to guide a-lone The Ship of State so land, And mus-ter to the bu-gle call To sea, Her decks of greed and graft she'll clear A grand, But watch and watch a-bout with man Un- Copyright,1914,by Fanny C. Lancaster and Florence L. Lent International Copyright Secured 3 lend a help - ing hand; To__ set - tle strife where ti - dy sail - or she. Four points her com - pass to the Prom - ised Land. That Prom - ised Land of such be rife, Good__ will to all and cheer, Clean plain will show: Hope, Char - i - ty and Love, And vis - ion fair, But not too fair to be, For broaden gov - ern-ment, new lease of life, God's will on earth be here. Faith, for with these she may know Of the ser - pent and the dove. all that con-scious mind may dare This wourld will sure - ly see. broaden Score and parts for military band and orchestra may be secured through The Boston Woman's Suffrage Association. Suffrage Marching Song 2 THIS SONG $ 2.75 Per Dozen, Net $20.00 Per Hundred, Net Hail, the Reform Spirit. DR. R.H.R DR. R.H. REEMELIN. 1. Let us sing of the spirit-it re-form, That was shown by our fa-thers so clear; Thru this spirit-it new meas-ures are born, The op- pressed and depressed one to cheer. Hail the day, Hail the day, not ere long; not ere long; We will walk side by side through the world; 'Neath the flag 'Neath the flag of the free, pf the free, Both for men and for women unfurled. 2. We must stand by re-form in its fight, Which re-lief to so ma-ny has brought; To be just and en-cour-age the right, Are the mo-tives con-troll-ing its thought. Hail the day, Hail the day, not ere long; not ere long; We will walk side by side through the world; 'Neath the flag 'Neath the flag of the free, pf the free, Both for men and for women unfurled. 3. Let our long-suffering sister be raised, By withdrawing the law's base de- cree; By man-kind e-qual suffrage be praised, When the wom-en, men's helpmates, are free. Hail the day, Hail the day, not ere long; not ere long; We will walk side by side through the world; 'Neath the flag 'Neath the flag of the free, pf the free, Both for men and for women unfurled. Copyright, 1912, by Dr. R.H. Reemelin, 426 Straight Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. PRICE {Universal Suffrage Now, Hail, the Reform Spirit,} 5c a card, 35c per dozen. Universal Suffrage Now. DR. R. H. R. DR. R. H. REEMELIN. 1. Yes, a - wake, ye re - form - ers, a-wake, (yes, a-wake,) We re - 2. Yes, keep on, ye re - form - ers, keep on, (do keep on,) 'Twas our 3. Let's give ear to our sis - ter's demand, (her demand,) And for joice o - ver our west-ern gains, (we re-joice,) It's the hand-writ - ing fa - thers who fought for a cause, (a just cause,) With their banners un - her e-qual suf - frage de-cree, (yes, decree,) 'Tis but fair that her now on the wall, (on the wall,) Let the women help vote off our chains. furled fore the world, (all the world,) We, like they, have great faith in our cause. wish be ful-filled, (do it now,) So that woman, most human, be free. CHORUS. U - ni - ver - sal suf-frage now! Wom-an suf-frage, give it now! Jus-tice al - ways, jus-tice now, U - ni - ver - sal suf - frage now. Copyright, 1912, by Dr. R. H. Reemelin, 426 Straight Street, Cincinnatti, Ohio. Universal Suffrage Now. DR. R. H. R. DR. R. H. REEMELIN. 1. Yes, a - wake, ye re - form - ers, a-wake, (yes, a-wake,) We re - 2. Yes, keep on, ye re - form - ers, keep on, (do keep on,) 'Twas our 3. Let's give ear to our sis - ter's demand, (her demand,) And for joice o - ver our west-ern gains, (we re-joice,) It's the hand-writ - ing fa - thers who fought for a cause, (a just cause,) With their banners un - her e-qual suf - frage de-cree, (yes, decree,) 'Tis but fair that her now on the wall, (on the wall,) Let the women help vote off our chains. furled fore the world, (all the world,) We, like they, have great faith in our cause. wish be ful-filled, (do it now,) So that woman, most human, be free. CHORUS. U - ni - ver - sal suf-frage now! Wom-an suf-frage, give it now! Jus-tice al - ways, jus-tice now, U - ni - ver - sal suf - frage now. Copyright, 1912, by Dr. R. H. Reemelin, 426 Straight Street, Cincinnatti, Ohio. Hail, the Reform Spirit. DR. R. H. R. DR. R. H. REEMELIN. 1. Let us sing of the spir - it re - form, That was shown by our fa-thers so 2. We must stand by re-form in its fight, Which re-lief to so ma - ny has 3. Let our long-suff'ring sister be raised, By withdrawing the law's base de- clear; Thru this spir - it new meas-ures are born, The op - brought; To be just and en - cour - age the right, Are the cree; By man-kind e - qual suf - frage be praised, When the pressed and depressed one to cheer. mo - tives con-troll - ing its thought. wom - en, men's helpmates, are free. CHORUS. Hail the day, Hail the day, not ere long; not ere long; We will walk side by side thru the world; 'Neath the flag 'Neath the flag of the free, of the free, Both for men and for women unfurled. Copyright, 1912, by Dr. R. H. Reemelin, 426 Straight Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. PRICE {Universal Suffrage Now,} {Hail, the Reform Spirit,} 5c a card, 35c per dozen. This is only a printers proof. Votes for Women. 1. Sound the War-cry: "Votes for Women!" For now the time has come When they should voice with freemen Concerns of land and home! Then, snap the ancient tether Enthralling us too long, And stoutly pull together To right a grievous wrong! CHORUS: Shout the song of "Votes for Women!" Ring it out upon the air! Hear its note, ye partriot freemen,– Who the right would dare! Sing aloud with lusty vigor, Till it rattles earth and sky: That the woman's cause grows bigger And the woman's day draws nigh! 2. The votes of sisters, mothers In ev'ry sov'reign state For us and many others May light the gloom of fate; The joyless haunt of drudges Where children toil and die May find these votes the judges That ask the reason why! CHO. 3. Then, sisters of our nation, Put forth your mightiest nerve! Remember with elation The glorious cause you serve! Enlist your best endeavor, Whatever that may be; With "Votes for Women" ever, Press on to victory! CHO. SUFFRAGE SONGS 1 MARCH OF MEN OF JUSTICE. (Tune: "March of the Men of Harlech.") Men of justice, men true-hearted, Sons of war-sires long departed, Hark, the call they bravely started Ringing round the world! 'Twas the call for rights but human, Rights then due to every true man, Now proclaimed the rights of woman, By her flag unfurled! Fling its folds a-flying! Then beneath it vying, The world shall know You trust her so You yield her rights undying. Onward, 'tis your country needs her; Bravest he who quickly heeds her, Noblest he who proudly leads her Forth in Freedom's name! Thorny paths of pride and power, Paths where beetling errors tower, Paths where secret interests cower, These your route shall be. Hearts of steel, can such dismay you? No, the goal of right will stay you, Light in woman's life repay you When you hail her free! Lift her banner higher! On, let none deny her! The height appears, The goal of years! She wins with manhood by her! Progress long foreshown through ages Now proclaims you both her sages, Equal now on glory's pages, One in Freedom's name! 2 SUFFRAGE HYMN: GOD BLESS OUR NOBLE CAUSE (Tune: "Russian Hymn.") God bless our noble cause. May it victorious Triumph o'er prejudice, o'er error and night: Moving resistless onward, till when all glorious, Woman and man stand forth in equal right! To Thee in hope we turn, Mighty Defender, Champion of helplessness, of innocence and truth. Lo! woman brings her plea, Lo! to attend her, See here her helpless charges, age and youth! God of the Universe, righteous and holy In Thy sight is this fight to safeguard the race! Give to the mothers, then, howe'er poor and lowly, Weapons to fight the Beast in earth's high place! 3 MARCHING TO VICTORY AND FREEDOM. (Tune: "Marching Through Georgia.") Come and join the marching throng, Sisters, do you hear? Singing as we pass along Our suffrage cause so dear; Singing till the echoes answer back a shout of cheer, Marching to victory and freedom! Chorus--Hurrah | hurrah | we bring the victory| Hurrah! hurrah! the vote to make us free! So we'll sing of suffrage from the mountains to the sea, Marching to victory and freedom! Bring the golden banner, then, To guide us on our way; How its message bright unfurls And helps us win the day! How its very color makes the spirit strong and gay, Marching to victory and freedom! Thus we make a pathway here For citizens to be; Thus we make a pathway chear For women to be free; Thus we drive resistance from the mountains to the sea, Marching to victory and freedom! WOMANHOOD, TRUE WOMANHOOD. (Tune: "Maryland, My Maryland.") Thou shalt not lose in nobler charm, Womanhood, fair womanhood; The cause of right need not alarm, Womanhood, fair womanhood. For tender heart and strong right arm Together will the world disarm; To beauty strength can bring no harm, Womanhood, fair womanhood. Nor shalt thou lose in high renown, Womanhood, brave womanhood; Thy head shall wear the brighter crown, Womanhood, brave womanhood. Press on though weakling creatures frown, Though tumult strive thy call to drown; No weight of wrong can bear the down, Womanhood, brave womanhood. Thy cause with human weal is fraught, Womanhood, true womanhood; For child and home thy granddames wrought, Womanhood, true womanhood. Let not their labors go for naught, The vantage won be vainly bought, Enlarge the rights they bravely sought, Womanhood, true womanhood. 5 CHORUS TO "MARCHING ON TO VICTORY" We are marching on to victory, Coming in our might, for our cause is right, We are marching toward our liberty, Forward out of might into the light-Come!- Every loyal one, face the rising sun, Come, and now enlisted be In a legion Mother army, Marching on to VICTORY! 6 PLEA TO LEGISLATORS--MEN IN LAW-HALLS. (Tune: "Austria.") Men in law-halls here assembled, Hear us now before you pray. We, who ne'er have shirked, or trembled, Duty's mandates to obey, On your sense of justice leaning, Ask of you in Freedom's name Rights now fraught with potent meaning In those laws which here you frame. See the frail young lives we cherish, Of our flesh and blood a part! Want and wrought decree they perish, Bought and sold upon the mart. Fathers, hear our plea of anguish; Would ye see your daughters die? Let us save e'er more they languish, Give us power to heed their cry! See these hands with labor broken, Where we're speeded up for gain; See these scars, of war the token, Battling want too oft in vain! Have ye tender wives and mothers? Would ye see them blighted stand? Make us heard then with our brothers; Make us equals in the land! 7 THE CALL OF HOME AND COUNTRY. (Tune: "The Marseillaise.") What ho! ye daughters of a nation! Hark now the call-your country's call; For women true and brave of every station Her need is great, her need is for you all, Her need is great, her need is for you all! With man-made laws she struggles on one-handed, While vainly the crushed and feeble cry Where mid life's sordid senses they die And against them all earth's strength seems banded! Chorus-Arise, the call is yours, Go forth, the world awaits! Press on! Press on! Till all her States Fling wide to you their gates! Your sisters, too, 'tis they who call you, And must their prayers be made in vain? No, forward press whatever now befall you, Cast self aside and work for woman's gain; Cast self aside and work for woman's gain! From labor's hall the weary toilers streaming, Behold, their eyes are set on you! Their fate is fixed by what you do! With hope their faces now are gleaming. And low! the mightiest call resounding, From childhood lips rings clear and true, Plaintive echoes from the street rebounding; Mother heart, the children look to you! Mother heart, the children look to you! Their needs, can manhood truly comprehend them? When worldly cares his mind enslave? No, 'tis the woman's hand they crave, 'Tis for woman's mother mind to 'fend them! 8 BATTLE HYMN OF WOMEN. (Tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching.") They are waking, waking, waking, In the East and in the West; They are throwing wide the windows to the sun; And they see the dawn is breaking, And they quiver with unrest For they know their work is waiting to be done. Chorus Joy, joy, joy they are awaking, They are coming to the light. Let us each do all we can For the Brotherhood of Man And for Woman struggling upward Out of night. Chorus They are waking in the city, They are waking on the farm, They are waking in the boudoir and the mill; And their hearts are full of pity As they sound the loud alarm To the sleepers who in darkness slumber still. Chorus In the guarded harem prison, Where they smother under veils, And all echoes of the world are walled away, Though the sun has not yet risen, Yet the ancient darkness pales, And the sleepers in their slumber dream of day. Chorus Oh, their dreams shall grow in splendor Till each sleeper wakes and stirs, Till she breaks from old traditions and is free. And the world shall rise and render Unto Woman what is hers, And welcome in the race that is to be. Chorus Unto Woman, God the Maker Gave the secret of His plan; It is written out in cipher on her soul. From the darkness, you must take her, To the light of day, O man! Would you know the mighty meaning of the scroll. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox Boston Equal Suffrage Association for Good Government 585 Boylston Street. NOVEMBER 24, 1912 FIFTH SECTION. OFFICIAL SUFFRAGE CAMPAIGN SONG WRITTEN BY FORMER LOCAL WOMAN Miss Frederika Cooke When suffragists march nowadays they sing a militant chorus, a "war song" of the cause, whose special local interest is that it was written by a former Rhode Island woman, Miss Frederika Cooke, a descendant of Governor Nicholas Cooke, the Revolutionary war Governor of this colony. The song, known as the "March of Progress," is designed especially for the Empire State suffragists, but is easily adapted to any locality. It was first sung during the parade in New York city, Nov. 9, by a marching chorus organized by Mrs. E. Jean Nelson Penfield, and was so successful a rallying note that it was so decided to make it a permanent feature whenever suffragists gather. A New York marching chorus was organized, including many members of Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont's P. E. L. A. (political equality league association), singing class, and the singers are to be costumed in white academic cap and gown for the women, and black cap and gown for the men. The song is vigorously militant, and is to be sung "con spirito," as the direction reads. The words and music of the chorus are reproduced here, the words of the song in full being: The march of progress onward goes And now throughout the land Our ranks have swelled to numbers strong. A faithful working band Of earnest women who demand The right to vote, and cry That if at first we fail to win When then again we'll try. (Chorus) Then forward march, Uphold the cause; Let this be our endeavor: To fight the fight Of righteousness, For justice turns back never! Then forward march, Uphold the cause; We stand united ever. Equality, our just demand In this, our Empire State! When in the cause of liberty Throughout our native land Against oppression's chain our men Have boldly taken stand Outnumbered oft, yet dauntless They withstood or overcame They won because their cause was just, And we shall do the same. (Chorus.) The song was written by Miss Cooke last spring, and through the efforts of Mrs. Penfield, then chairman of the Woman Suffrage party, was adopted. Its popularity was attested when it was sung again by the permanent chorus at the meeting in New York last week, to welcome Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt, who has just returned from a world trip in the cause of equal suffrage. Miss Cooke, who formerly lived in this city and Warren, and is now a prominent musician in New York, is a daughter of the late Gen. George Lewis Cooke, and is connected with several of the leading Rhode Island families. Chorus Then for-ward march, Up-hold the cause, Let this be our en-deav-or: To fight the fight of right-eous-ness for jus-tice turns back nev-er! Then for-ward march, Up- hold the cause, We stand u-ni-ted ev-er, E-qual-i-ty our just de-mand In this our Em-pire State. Chorus of the "March of Progress" -Copywright, 1912, by Frederika Cooke, Published by Permission. Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.