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"A Hymn to Womanhood" (karaoke)

"A Hymn to Womanhood" (sheet music)


The dawn is near,

Womanhood oppressed, forlorn,

'Tis of mothers, of daughters, of wives.

We sing, we plead,

Agitate from night to morn,

For in them are enfolded our lives.

 

Now, O, mammon, cower!

And hear ye what we say,

Woman freed shall be

From your blight and from your pow'r,

And her long, bitter night pass away.

 

Long ages now

She has been forgotten quite,

By the world in its mad, rushing haste.

The empires old

Worshipped naught but lordly might,

Given over to war and its waste.

 

Now, O, mammon, cower!

And hear ye what we say,

Woman freed shall be

From your blight and from your pow'r,

And her long, bitter night pass away.

 

But, lo, a change!

Socialism will repay

All the sorrows and slights she has known.

We crown her queen,

And we purge her wrongs away,

From the workshop restored to the home.

 

Now, O, mammon, cower!

And hear ye what we say,

Woman freed shall be

From your blight and from your pow'r,

And her long, bitter night pass away.

 

Woman, we hail thee!

We'll never pass thee by.

Of thy claims, we are glad advocates.

We own our debt,

Motherhood, so pure, so high!

Man and woman shall be equal mates.

 

Now, O, mammon, cower!

And hear ye what we say,

Woman freed shall be

From your blight and from your pow'r,

And her long, bitter night pass away.


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