Freedom
(From “The Shepherdess and the Sweep”)
Ah, freedom is a noble thing,
A noble thing forsooth !
But many a slave of wedding ring
Was once a careless youth.
The maid, a timid little thing,
And shy as modest Ruth,
Becomes a nagger with a sting
Upon her tongue, in truth !
All things are free to him who takes,
If he is not found out;
And every man his bondage makes,
Of that there is no doubt.
He cages life
By wanting wife,
And spends his days repenting;
His blushing bride
Soon has him tied,
And there is no relenting.
Free is the water we all should drink,
And free is each thought and plan;
And free the ideas of people who think,
But not of the married man !
Ah, freedom is a noble thing,
A noble thing agreed;
And modern children want their fling
From fashions old they’re freed.
But fashions change, waist-lines are back;
And they who are most bold,
Are finding out, alas, alack,
The new is really old !
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