Martha - 1848, yawning discreetly

Liz Cady Stanton had the signature to beat,
So complex and beautiful and yet quite neat,
And with 99 beside her,
It still wasn’t hard to find her,
Hope and anger in the ink and on the streets,

He has deprived, he has withheld,
He has usurped, he has compelled,
He has denied, and that’s not right.
But when standing side by side,
This pattern doesn’t seem so permanent tonight,

Old Freddie Douglass had a word or two to say,
And as oratory goes well his was great,
He could speak the truth to power,
He could do it in an hour,
And that’s really not a talent one should waste,

They have deprived, they have withheld,
They have usurped, the have compelled,
They have denied, and that’s not right.
But when standing side by side,
This pattern doesn’t seem so permanent tonight,

So take me to Seneca Falls,
And let me drown in it all,
Such onerous privilege,
Take me and make me sing,
Come on baby make me sing.

We’ve got a little bit of time,
And I’m ashamed to let mine slip away,
Into the listlessness and apathy
And boredom that’s engulfing everything.
So take me to Seneca Falls,
And let me drown in it all,
Such onerous privilege,
Take me and make me sing,
Come on baby make me sing.