That blissful time when none can say,
Scornful, “I am moah married than thee!”
For all will be married, and all won’t be;
But promiscous like. Oh! shall I see
That blessed time, sighed Betsey B.—
Chorus.—Yes, if folks will have a mice’s will
And will rise up and get a bill.
“You see it repeats some,” says Betsey as she finished readin’. “But Prof. Gusheh wanted me to write a him to sing at thier Free Love conventions, and he wanted a chorus to each verse, a sort of a war-cry, that all could join in and help sing, and he says these soul stirrin’ lines:
‘Have you a mice’s will,
You will rise up and get a bill;’