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Suffrage parade, New York City, May 6, 1912

[Detail] Youngest parader in New York City suffragist parade

Song of the Shirt (excerpt)

by Thomas Hood

For Lesson One

NOTE: This is an excerpt from The rights and condition of women: a sermon, preached in Syracuse, Nov., 1845, by Samuel J. May found in Votes for Women, 1848-1921.

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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread-
Stitch! stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch,
She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"
"Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work-work-work!
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It's oh! to be a slave
along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save If THIS is Christian work!

"Work-work-work!
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work-work-work!
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Till over thee buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in my dream!

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"Oh! men with sister dear!
Oh! men with mothers and wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures lives!

Stitch-stitch-stitch!
In poverty, hunger and dirt,
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A SHROUD as well as a shirt!

"But why do I talk of death,
That platform of grisly bone;
I hardly fear his terrible shape,
It seems so like my own-
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fast I keep;
Oh God! that bread should be so dear,
and flesh and blood so cheap!

"Work-work-work!
My labor never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread-and rags;
A shattered roof-and this naked floor-
A table-a broken chair-
And a wall so blank my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!

"Work-work-work!
From weary chime to chime;
Work-work-work!
As prisoners work, for crime!
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Till the heart is sick and the brain benumbed,
As well as the weary hand!

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"Work-work-work,
In the dull December light;
And work-work-work!
When the weather is warm and bright;

While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling,
As if to show me their sunny backs,
And twit me with the Spring!

"Oh! but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet;
With the sky above my head,
And the grass beneath my feet;
For one short hour
To feel as I used to feel,
Before I knew the woes of want,
And the walk that costs a meal!

"Oh! but for one short hour!
A respite, however brief!
No blessed leisure for love or hope,
But only time for grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart-
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread!"

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread;
Stitch-stitch-stitch;
In poverty, hunger and dirt;
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch-
Would that its tone could reach the rich!
She sung this "Song of the Shirt!"

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