Chorus.
Then hey! for the latchkey, sweet liberty's symbol!
Greet it, ye girls, with your lustiest cheer!
Away with the scissors! Away with the thimble!
And hey nonny no for the gay Pioneer!
Why should we writhe on a clumsy side-saddle
Designed on a most diabolical plan?
Women! submit ye no longer! Ride straddle,
And jump on the corns of your enemy, Man!
Storm the iniquitous haunts of his pleasure,