NAWSA SUBJECT FILE Suffrage Songs AMERICA Samuel Francis Smith My country 'tis of Thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring. My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills. Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light, Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. .......................................................... "VOTES FOR WOMEN" SUFFRAGE RALLYING SONG Words by Music by EDW. M. ZIMMERMAN MARIE ZIMMERMAN 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 patriot 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 every 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. The audience is requested to join in singing the chorus. ..................................................... The music of this song may be procured in the Lobby, or at the Suffrage Shop, 1721 Chestnut Street. Price 10 cents per copy. MARY E. BRADLEY'S Song of the Liberty Bell CHORUS: You are only some worthless old iron To the crowned heads beyond the sea; But the riches of all of their kingdoms Cannot buy you Old Bell Liberty, Ring loud, ring long, for glorious your song To ages yet to be All Earth shall claim in Freedom's name Our Bell of Liberty. If [seniey] View Farm Music Co., Mt. Healthy, O. (Copyrighted) Votefully yours John SUFFRAGETTE SONGS. As sung by the Dailey Quartet 5 CENTS EACH 50 CENTS DOZEN, SHALL WOMEN VOTE? NO QUESTION IS EVER SETTLED, UNTIL IT IS SETTLED RIGHT. J.G. DAILEY MUSIC CO, 4918 KINGSESSING AVE, PHILA., PA. Post Card 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 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; A-breast 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. 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, 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 [???] 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 clear For women to be free; Thus we drive resistance from the mountains to the sea, Marching to victory and freedom! 4 WOMANHOOD, TRUE WOMANHOOD. (Tune: "Maryland, My Maryland.") Thous shalt not lose in nobler charm, Womanhood, fair womanhood; The cause of right need not alarm, Womanhood, fair womanhood. For tender hart 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. 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 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 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 scenes 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 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! 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. [*WRts Songs*] Two in One. Two organs in the cunning brain. Vibrate in one communion; Two eyes with equal nerves maintain True vision by their union. Two feet, two hands, with married might, And poised by just equation, Let erring mortals walk upright And shape their own creation. Tis thus, as eye, & brain, & feet, Are mated Man & Woman; Their perfect hemispheres complete The perfect, rounded Human. Perfected halves perfect the Whole In Spirit as in feature; Full growth to every living soul Fulfills, alone, its nature. Ye melt the pith from Woman's heart By Flattery's soft caressing, And where its larger pulses start Clench tight your grip's repressing; But ah! avengeing Nature brands That poor unequal Bridal, And wrings the heart, & cramps the hands Whose beats are suicidal. Give back her nature's primal dower; Her trampled Rights, restore them! To work & win, to wield the power, Of Ballot, Bar, & Forum. Give back the individual right To reach her utmost stature, Nor deem that fondling can requite The smothered gifts of Nature! O, worthy Loves are level=eyed, Unlifting, unabasing; They walk the life=road side by side, Each form the other gracing. Harmonious as a twin=eyed star. Their orbs our paths illumine, A balanced world that cannot jar, The perfect Man & Woman. Private Note To the singer. If the entire poem seems too long, you can for a shorter exercise select the 1st 2nd & 5th verses – Or after a fitting speech, sing the 3d & 4th, or 3d 4th & 5th together. You could also sing in regular order omitting the last quatrain of the 2nd & first quatrain of the 4th verse, as marked with pencil. Our Charter. To throbbing heart & busy brain, Alive with thought, or panged with sorrow, Did God a vocal Tongue ordain, Fit solace so to lend or borrow. When Slavery dares in chains to drag A million of our groaning sisters, The fiery utterance that should lag Would burn our coward tongues to blisters. The solitary moan, or shriek, That thrills through all the Drunkard's cabin, Shall loose our quivering lips to speak, Despite the sneer of Priest & Rabbin. A thousand crimes your Laws uphold, Uphold a thousand ghastly vices; And moral gangrenes, manifold, Are black'ning to their fatal crisis. On Woman's heart the anguish rains Like silent fire flakes in Gehenna, On Woman's tongue, by all her pains, Shall blaze the smothered thoughts within her! At Home, ye say must we abide; And where shall they, —the pale & haggard, And homeless myriads, turn to hide Their misery,—by your lordings beggared? Where the meek wives of cruel men? The poor slave girl? the robb'd slave-mother? The sinning, heart-crushed Magdalen, Whose womanhood no crime can smother? Ah Woman's voice alone can tell The wrongs & woes of suffering Woman; And best her hand can quench that hell Whose blended wails her action summon! Two in One Womans Rights Jany 1854 Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.