Fannie A. Harwood

“ You came then as friends, ’twas a pleasure to greet,
You come now as foes, it is maddening to meet;
And our brain it will burn, and our blood it will boil
’Till you take your rude feet from our Maryland soil.
We know it is useless, and foolish and wrong,
To be guilty of things that you tell in your song,
But women are quick and not given to musing,
They’ve no thanks for “Protection” that’s not of their choosing—
A power that would shield us, but our friends from us sever,
Revolts us at once—makes us Rebels for ever. ”