[Copyright
JUL
8
1881
10757]
[2nd Copy Delivered to the
JUN 22 1900
Music Library]
[Cover page: "Query? Shall Women Vote?"]
[Title page:] "Shall Women Vote"  (8 Jul 1881)
Song & Chorus
Words by
Joseph D. Payne
Author of
There's always room at the top.  Old Ireland shall be Free.
O! don't abuse your power.  Trichinosis.  &c. &c.
Music arranged by
Frank Boylen

[?:] Joseph D. Payne
[Source: 1881-10757@LoC]

1. Shall women vote, we answer, yes,
How could we answer no,
And boast of freedom in our midst
Without entailing woe.
Why should they not plug ugly, tell,
What rights have you to claim,
That they have not with right, as well,
To ask, demand the same.

CHORUS [sung after each VERSE]
For the love pow’r is the strongest
In earth, or heav’n above,
With harmony surrounded,
Its author, God is love!

2. Does might make right, is this your plea,
If so please stand aside,
The elephant will take the front,
Our ship of state to guide.
Is it because that you can drink
More whiskey, beer, and wine,
And not get drunk, and seem to think
Your majesty divine?

3. Is it because you look so wise,
And say big words of love
While beams from out those blood streak’d eyes
The words, my dea, my dove?
A serpent knew the pow’r of love,
Six thousand years ago,
And did he to your sex appeal?
The echo, answers no!

4. Talk not of freedom, equal rights,
Cold hearted, selfish knaves,
While in our land, around our hearths,
Dwell twenty million slaves.
Love, justice, liberty, demands,
That they should be set free,
Can you such pow’rs as these withstand
And claim consistency?

5. The past and present all combine,
To prove this pow’r of love,
And show its origin divine,
Decending from above.
Then wield your pow’r angelic choir,
’Till earth and heav’n combine
To place your rights beyond dispute,
And prove the pow’r divine.