Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - A Warning to Ladies lyrics

Deah Ladies, Let me wawn you, theah are feahful taimes to come, And a mos' ter-ific strugge is at hand; And we have no taime to speah If we wish to do ouah sheah To defend, like Joan of Awk, ouah native land. Foah a really fraightful monstah is preparing to devouah All that's uppab-clauss and propah and quaite naice; And if we should be behaind In the battle aye shall faind All ouah priveleges vanish in a traice. O, it makes me shuddah, ladies, when Ai ventuah to reflect On the ravages this mongstah contemplates. He will break up all ouah homes, And where'er the creatuah roams, We'll be sundered from ouah lawful Tory mates. We'll be tawn from ouah poah husbands in a most fe-rocious way, 0, deah ladies, can you realise ouah lot? For the monstah has his eye On the Sacred Marriage Tie; And he'll eat up all the babes we haven't got. And remembah, deahest ladies, all ouah comfort now depends On destroying this wild Socialistic beast. Ouah sa**iety diversions Would be vulgah mob excursions If we pandered to the monstah in the least. He is bent on confiscating all the houses, land and wealth Of ouah husbands, and ouah brothahs, and ouah friends. He is jealous of his bettahs. And he calls ouah men-folk sweatahs, He'll do anything to gain his awful ends. He's vulgah and unchivalrous this feahful Labah thing. He is teaching all ouah servants to despise us. He would drag us to his level, And he'd send to the - ah - devil All the luxuries with which his toil supplies us. He harps upon equality when, as of course you know, And as all the very naicest people know, It would simply mean disaster To imagine ev'ry master Quaite as ignorant as workers or as 'low.' 0, smaite the Socialistic monstah! Smaite him hard, mai deahs! 0, gathah up youah skirts and join the fray. Pray, do not shirk the battle, or, with wailing and with teahs, You'll regret youah negligence on polling day, We must teach the vulgah working cla** their raight position here; We must keep them in their places; we must faight them without fear, Or there'll be a bittah wail, mai deahs, If Socialists prevail, mai deahs, And all 'raight thinking' people and the 'naicest' disappear.