Carrie Nation | ||
I would turn every saloon and issue an axe to every woman. Who needs husbands Do you think a fermenting husband Think of your husband's backhand, His liver Are we to do nothing? Girls, gather at the saloons. your stones like fists. |
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Bob Bradshaw | ||
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