Such feelings you must smother;
Your restless hands fold up or gripe
Your waist into a span,
And spend your strength in looking out
To hail the coming man.
Chorus.—Press onward, do not fear, sisters,
Press onward, do not fear,
Remember women’s spear, sister,
Remember women’s spear.
Sam. Wall, she believes that marryin’ is wimmen’s only spear.