Performed by Doah Burroughs
Lyrics:
Dear Husband, my love, thank you for your sweet letter
With the coming of spring, I feel my mood changing for better
Last month we knew not if we should last through the winter
We knew not then how our army would fare back in Boston
The fruits of our land, survived the harshest of weather
The sun is now bright and the birds all sing gaily together
We feel at peace though we know that this peace may be fleeting
And pray every day for freedom from King and from Britain
But dear husband I beg you to please remember the ladies
When freedom is bought with your blood remember the ladies
Stand strong against bullies, bigots and all forms of slavery
In the new rules and laws you must write, do write them bravely
Put it out of their power for men to abuse us the women
There are those who would have us be less than chattel, the women
Give up the word “master” with all its scorn and derision
Instead use one far more tender and kind such as “friend”
Remember that all men be tyrants at heart to the women
For among us live tyrants as cruel as the rulers of Britain
If our due is not given, I promise you we will demand it
If our voice is not heard we will break from our chains and command it
So I ask you once more dear Husband, remember the ladies
With care and kindness – not cruelty and blindness – the ladies
If not I can promise you we will rebel, we the ladies
No quarter we’ll give to the men, if forget they the ladies.
Respect us as beings thus placed here by God in His wisdom
To be cared for and guarded by men of good will… it is written