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66 I know I am only a working girl,
 * And I am not ashamed to say

I belong to the ranks of those who toil
 * For a living, day by day.

With willing feet I press along
 * In the paths that I must tread,

Proud that I have the strength and skill
 * To earn my daily bread.

I belong to the “lower classes;”
 * That’s a phrase we often meet.

There are some who sneer at working girls;
 * As they pass us on the street,

They stare at us in proud disdain
 * And their lips in scorn will curl,

And oftentimes we hear them say:
 * “She’s only a working girl.”

“Only a working girl!” Thank God,
 * With willing hands and heart,

Able to earn my daily bread,
 * And in Life’s battle take my part.

You could offer me no title
 * I would be more proud to own,

And I stand as high in the sight of God
 * As the Queen upon her throne.

Those gentle folk who pride themselves
 * Upon their wealth and birth,

And look with scorn on those who have
 * Naught else but honest worth,

Your gentle birth we laugh to scorn,
 * For we hold it as our creed

That none are gentle, save the one
 * Who does a gentle deed.