Women who want power,
Men who want power,
They should wed themselves and fight,
And beat themselves, destroy themselves,
And pass out of our sight.

Ah, what a “should” for the good ‘twould be
If bad men made themselves not be,
That when they knew they hated “free”
They’d beat themselves most mercilessly!

But let’s not wail that we must fight
The men and women of evil might
And rock and sock and knock them down
Till they are dust on dusty ground.

The exercise of truth and right,
It is the pride of we of light,
And we’ll abide, we will not fail,
Till power-lusters shrink and pale,

Till ‘bama men and ‘bama tarts
Are bundled off in empty carts;
For they are nothing who hate “free”,
And nothing’s their ma-tri-mon-y.

Women who want power,
Men who want power,
They should wed themselves and fight,
And beat themselves, destroy themselves,
And pass out of our sight!