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Temperance Songs.
Come forward to the temperance flanks,
Ye poor inebriates come;
And leave the dark and dismal ranks,
Of alcohol and rum.
Ye poor inebriates come;
And leave the dark and dismal ranks,
Of alcohol and rum.
Chorus.
—Ah, no more to the monster give,Your pence and liberty;
Come forth, and pledge yourselves to live,
The freest of the free.
Come to the fountain pure, and sweet,
Where christal water runs;
Where freedom's lovely daughter's meet,
With temperance noble sons.
Where christal water runs;
Where freedom's lovely daughter's meet,
With temperance noble sons.
Ah, no more, &c.
On temperance noble basis let
Your banner ever rise,
A gushing fountain on it set,
And unfurl to the skies.
Your banner ever rise,
A gushing fountain on it set,
And unfurl to the skies.
Ah, no more, &c.
[Hurrah for the temperance cause]
Hurrah for the temperance cause,
It is well to abide by her laws;
It is well to support Washingtonian's cause
And to shun old king alcohol's jaws.
It is well to abide by her laws;
It is well to support Washingtonian's cause
And to shun old king alcohol's jaws.
Chorus.
Then hurrah for the temperance cause,It is well to abide by her laws;
It is well to support the Washingtonion's cause
And to shun old king alcohol's jaws.
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Come friends one, and all now and sign;
Your cups, and your bowls now resign;
Come up and enroll, on the temperance scroll,
And never drink brandy nor wine.
Your cups, and your bowls now resign;
Come up and enroll, on the temperance scroll,
And never drink brandy nor wine.
Then hurrah, &c.
Come up now and give us your name;
Sure no one can hold thee to blame;
For blending thy name with the temperance fame
And resolving to stick to the same.
Sure no one can hold thee to blame;
For blending thy name with the temperance fame
And resolving to stick to the same.
Then hurrah, &c.
[Sots wha hae your glasses drank]
Sots wha hae your glasses drank,Wha, ve to degradation sank,
Come and take the foremost rank,
In the temperance cause.
Now's the time, and now's the hour,
Break the bonds of alky's power;
Blessings will upon you shower,
Shun destruction's jaws.
By the love ye your children bear,
For your bosom friends most dear;
By all that's sacred far or near,
Break the bowl—be free!
Strike for friends, for home and all.
See the king's old cohorts fall,
Forward to your country's call,
On for liberty!
Wha's so base as would be a slave?
Wha'd be a rumseller—knave?
Wha would fill a drunkard's grave?
Let him ignobly die.
Wha for God and nature's law,
And to fill his scanty store,
Would shun drunk, dead drunk and clean straw,
Quick, from ruin fly.
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