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Show THE LADIES OF SAX PETE. TO THE "LIBERALS." Written lor the Kegmci. H e may have our little bickerings, (Like husband and like wife;) fVjQt ivoi uuto '.he "Liberal" ' Who would augment the strife; , For 'twill brin;,' him disappointment And the bitterest kind of w.8 We present a solid phalanx To oppose a common fot. They've appealed unto the ladies As thi oricles of fate. 'Ihey have eulogized and watered, What they really scorn and hate. Oh! how weak, and faLe, and wicked Ihey must think us sensttless tools! To forget their damning record, And become their pliant tools. Not while we remember juries Packed, conviction to procure; The obsceni y, that women Urought before them must endure. Or the anguish of our children, With their tears and faces pale, When the ho'y bonds of kindred, Sent their fathers to a jail. Not till we forget the women Who were widowed by this band; And the cries of orphan children Cease to echo through the land. Not while bastile reccords carry Names of many noble men, Who have felt the chains of prisons-Innocent prisons-Innocent and sent by them! Not while Congress' burdened archives, Bears the record of their guilt; And the Tribune's hellish pages Shows the blood they would have spilt. Not till we forget the methods For "redeeming" Zion's ywuth, At the sacriike of honor, Virtue, principal and truth! Not till we forget our horror When the brutal mobbers cried; And the names of those our brethren, Who defending us have died. Not until Uie bloody foot-firints, Ar .washed out by heaven's rains, And our loved on s grave's are level With the surface of the plains. Not while we revere our country! iWe would die tor its dear sake,) iio.v jour treacnerous homage soundetn, In our ears lii;e hias of snake, li'.-rc rt'e pledge the Peoples Party! And we pledge i once again!! Oil! our ihiibands, Brothers, Lovers! Vote jo' us, atd John T, Caine. Still a j 11 Jas or an Arnold lhere may be among the men; But no woman, to conviction, Ever has a traitor been. From the grand old Revolution, To the Crusade of today, She has never swerved an atom, From the straight aud narrow way. To the man who proves a traitor To ids Mother and the breast Whence he drew the living life-stream life-stream la that journey to the west, To his Country, Flag, and Honor, And his Manhood in its morn, We 1 ave only deepest pity; Mingled with contempt and scorn. Lift our Country's Starry banner, (Synonim of all things free!) Let its bright folds sweep above us, Like tha billows of the sea. Pin the badge of- w'oman's favor, On no traitor and no slave; But on those who bury "Libtrals," ; In a politician's grave. From our hands they've torn the franchise, This appeal abroad we send: Every Honest man in Utah On your vote we now depend. And we pledge the Peoples Party And we pledge it once again! Oh Sour Husbands, Brothers, Lovers! Vott fir us, and fohu T. Caine. |