Satirical description of a meeting organised by women to discuss votes for women.

WOMEN'S RIGHTS IN SOUTHVII.I.E.

The Women held a meeting there, at Southville-on-the-Stow,
And the question for debating was '' Shall women vote, or no? "
And I tell you it was lively, as the story's sure to show I
For they talked all day,
And they talked all night,
And every blessed one was wrong,
And every one was right I
And the men they took a day off
And went fishin'—out o'
And the women ran the country till the mornin !

Sister Johnson said that politics was needing of the votes
That office-seekers couldn't buy for twenty-five pound notes ;
That there warn't an honest voter where the flag of freedom floats;
And she rose to say
That the men she knowed
Put their ballots in for pay,
As investigation showed;
And the women ought to chase 'em
From the middle of the road,
And take and run the country in the mornin' !

Sister Stiggins interrupted in a lively sort o' way ;
Said her husband was a voter and was honest as the day;
And he voted as she told him, and he didn't vote for pay !
And she'd like to state—
If the sister there
Would insinuate
That her husband, dear,
Wasn't downright honest—
On the fair and square,
She'd tear her all to tatters in the mornin'

Sister Johnson wasn't frightened, and she proudly tossed her head;
She defied the angry sister, and she said " her hair was red,"
And she'd have her know this minute that she meant just what she said !
Then they come together
And they fought it out ;
And 'twas stormy weather
In the hall and out !
Such a great hair pullin’ -
Such a, scamperin' about—
'Twas worse than any cyclone in the mornin'

The chairman rapped for order--but they pulled her from her perch ;
And thunder seemed to rattle all the windows of the church ;
The bell commenced a-ringing and the steeple gave a lurch I
And they screamed and cried
As they mixed up there ;
And on every side
There was flyin' hair !
Till not one sister
Had a lock to spare—
So they didn't run the country in the mornin'