TWO WOMEN SING

Oh woman — woman — woman,— Shall I to woman be a friend? I deal with man, and when I can Reclaim with interest all I lend. Who but a witless gambler plays For farthing stakes these golden days? No, woman — woman — woman — Must only play the game that pays. Oh woman — woman — woman,— To-morrow woman shall awake. She shall arise, and realise The goodly value of her stake. And she shall lend her loan, and claim Her rightful interest on the same. So woman — woman — woman — Shall learn at last the paying game.