When Woman is in rags, and poor, And sorrow, cold, and hunger tease her, If Man would only listen more To that small voice that crieth—"Ease her!" Without the guidance of a friend, Though legal sharks and screws attack her, If Man would only more attend To that small voice that crieth—"Back her!" So oft it would not be his fate To witness some despairing dropper In Thames's tide, and run too late To that small voice that crieth—"Stop her!" |