The Sweat Shop
The roaring of the wheels has filled my ears,
The clashing and the clamor shut me in,
Myself, my soul in chaos disappears,
I cannot think or feel amid the din.
Toiling and toiling and toiling, endless toil,
For whom? For what? Why should the work be done?
I do not ask or know, I only toil.
I work until the day and night are one,
I work until the day and night are one.
The Shadow Child
Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, Mother
While sunshine children laugh and play,
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow child, the livelong day.
Daughter, little daughter
Your hands must pick the threads away
And feel the sunshine never.
The Land of the Noonday Night
And we labor with straining arms
For the pittance they deign to give,
And our boys must quit the school for the pit
To drudge that we all may live.
And our teeth feel the grit of the mine
In the very bread we bite,
And our inmost soul is defiled with coal
In the land of the noonday night.
Suffrage Song
Let us sing as we go, Votes for Women!
Let us sing as we go, Votes for Women!
Though the way may be hard, though the battle be long
Yet our triumph is sure, put your heart into song
Into cheering and song, Votes for Women!
For the right shall prevail over wrong!
See! The banner is bright streaming o'er us,
And the barred road lies open before us,
Let the trumpet be blown, Let our purpose be known,
Put your voice and your soul in the chorus!