Rouse, ye Women

[blauerfalke]

Rouse, ye women, long enduring,
Beat no iron, blow no bellows
Till we win the fight, ensuring
Pay that is your due.

Through years uncomplaining,
Hope and strength were waining,-
Your industry
A beggar's fee,
And meagre fare was gaining.
Now a Trade Board is created,
See your pain and dearth abated,
And the Sweater's wiles checkmated
Parliament's decree!

Rouse, ye women, rouse, around you
Towns and Cities cry, "God speed you,"
Rouse, shake off the fears that bound you,
Women, rouse. Be true.

At length the light is breaking,
The Sweater's throne is shaking.
Oh, do your part,
With all your heart,
A sweeter world in making!
Stand together, strong and splendid,
In your Union till you've ended
Tyranny, and with toil blended
Beauty, Joy and Art.