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Songs of the Army of the Night.
My lord, she will admit, and need not frame
Excuses for herself, that she's not chaste.
First a young lover had her; then she came
From one man's to another's arms, with haste.
Your mother did the same.
Excuses for herself, that she's not chaste.
First a young lover had her; then she came
From one man's to another's arms, with haste.
Your mother did the same.
Moreover, since she's married, once or twice
She's sold herself for certain things at night.
To sell one's body for the highest price
Of social ease and power, all girls think right.
Your sister did it thrice.
She's sold herself for certain things at night.
To sell one's body for the highest price
Of social ease and power, all girls think right.
Your sister did it thrice.
What, you'll not buy? You'll curse at her instead?
Her children are alone, at home, quite near.
These winter streets, so gay at nights, 'tis said,
Have 'ticed the wanton out. She could not hear
Her children cry for bread!
Her children are alone, at home, quite near.
These winter streets, so gay at nights, 'tis said,
Have 'ticed the wanton out. She could not hear
Her children cry for bread!
TO THE GIRLS OF THE UNIONS.
Girls, we love you, and love
Asks you to give again
That which draws it above,
Beautiful, without stain.
Give us weariless faith
In our Cause pure, passionate,
Dearer than life and death,
Dear as the love that's it!
Give to the man who turns
Traitrous hands or forlorn
Back from the plough that burns,
Give him pitiless scorn!
