And bind old grandmothers with gyves,
And weakly children, and sick wives.
If ’twas the dark hue of their face,
Then why not free our noble race
Forever from all homely men?
With manly zeal, and outstretched hand,
Pass like a whirlwind o’er the land.
Let squint eyed, pug-nosed women be
Only a thing of memory.
Though some mistakes would happen then,