The Song of the Skirt

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 9, 1902

Sweep, sweep, sweep, With trailing skirt, O maid, Through the filthy flood and slush and mud, Till thy dress is tattered and frayed!

What matters though men may smile, And street cleaners stop their work? When fashion’s decree says a thing must be. No woman will dare to shirk.

So sweep, sweep, sweep, Gather microbe, and mud, and dirt, For style and wealth beat comfort and health, And that is the song of the skirt.

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