If females had the spunk of a mice, From man, their foeman they would arise, Their darning needles to infamy send-- Their dish cloth fetters nobly rend, From tyrant man would rise and flee; Thus boldly whispered Betsey B. CHORUS.--Females, have you a mice’s will, You will rise up and get a bill. But sweeter, sweeter, ’tis to see, When man hain’t found affinitee, But wedded unto lumps of clay, To boldly rise and soar away. Ah! ’tis a glorious sight to see; Thus boldly murmured Betsey B. CHORUS.--Male men, have you a mice’s will, You will rise up and get a bill. Haste golden year, when all are free To hunt for their affinitee; When wedlock’s gate opens to all, The halt, the lame, the great, the small. Ah! blissful houh may these eyes see-- These wishful eyes of Betsey B. CHORUS.--Males! females! with a mice’s will, Rise up! rise up! and get a bill. For that will hasten on that day-- 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;’ have got the true ring to them. I had to kind o’ speak against men in it. I hated too, awfully, but Prof. Gusheh said it would be necessary, in ordeh to rouse the masses. He says the almost withering sarcasm of this noble song is just what they need. He says it will go down to posterity side by side with Yankee Doodle, if not ahead of it. I know by his countenance that he thought it was superior to Mr. Doodle’s him. But what think you of it, Josiah Allen’s wife?” “I think,” says I in a cautious tone, “that it is about off’n’ a piece with the subject.” “Don’t you think Josiah Allen’s wife that it would be real sweet to get bills from men. It is a glorious doctrine for wimmen, so freein’ and liberatin’ to them.” “Sweet!” says I hautily “it would be a pretty world wouldn’t it Betsey Bobbet, if every time a woman forgot to put a button onto a shirt, her husband would start up and say she wasn’t his affinitee, and go to huntin’ of her up, or every time his collar choked him.” “Oh, but wimmen could hunt too!” “Who would take care of the children, if they was both a huntin’?” says I sternly, “it would be a hard time for the poor little innocents, if there father and mother was both of ’em off a huntin’.”