Page:Kern, Have a Heart, 1917.djvu/36

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her is not a whirl. So I'm making it my
freedom I unfurl. She grows weary showing

mission, To improve her sad condition, And like
corsets, If she never lies down or sits, So like

Heaven, I protect the working girl.
Heaven, I protect the working girl.