In fancy's tale, the bold defend the fair
With care, with love, with courage, strength of arm.
Man worthy of that name would never dare,
To offer child or woman any harm.
Yet hist'ry true displays a greater ill,
Which every woman knows in grief and care.
False man will try to break her to his will,
And seek to chain the future she might bear.
They call this Holy myst'ry "Sin of Eve"
And put her strength and wisdom to despite.
The poison'd voice of Church that cries "Believe!"
Shall find that other swords have joined the fight.
With those we love, draw steel! And stand beside
This cause for which our Mothers, Daughters died.