THE WAR CRY.
(Dedicated (without permission) to the Pioneer Club)
Rouse ye, ye women, and flock to your banners!
War is declared on the enemy, Man!
If we can't teach him to better his manners,
We'll copy the creature as close as we can!
No longer the heel of the tyrant shall grind us.
Rouse ye and rally! The despot defy!
And the false craven shall tremble to find us
Resolved to a woman to do or to die.