While our husbands did the thinking and held the pursestrings too.
Miss Harper come and tell us this—a lecturer—you know.
Law me! how beautiful she talked; her words jest seemed to flow
As smooth and easy as the brook—she looked and moved so quiet;
But she fairly shook old Wendletown, she raised up sech a riot;
And when I heerd her tell about us women’s “wasted years,”
Although I’m old and tough, you’d think, I couldn’t keep from tears.
Soon all the wives and mothers too, began to see quite plain
That jest to bake and churn and mend was laboring in vain:
While Mrs. Cap’n Brown she come and sez, sez she to me,