Only page of title Fairly Easy
208
4
Declares us unfit to be free,
Ignoring the placards we playfully plaster
On paling and pavement and tree;
And though ev'ry journal, with cunning infernal,
Our speeches refuses to quote,
Our conduct bears witness to feminine fitness,
And shows we are ripe for the Vote!
We've chained ourselves firmly to posts,
Attended receptions, without being bidden,
And heckled political hosts.
With dog-whip and missile, with bell and with whistle,
Our cause we have sought to promote;
By scratching and squalling, by biting and brawling,
We've proved ourselves fit for the Vote!
Of damage we love to inflict,
Of constables wounded with hatpins, and bitten,
Of Cabinet Ministers kicked!
Of how, when in Holloway, nought would we swallow
Until it was forced down our throat,
To prove to the nation by auto-starvation
How worthy we were of the Vote!
We've ruined the 'greens' on the links,
The letters of innocent strangers polluted
With poisonous acids and inks!
Like lunatics turning to wrecking and burning,
For others we care not a groat,
But meditate gaily fresh outrages daily,
To prove ourselves fit for the Vote!
End of title
