 | Freedom's Offering, |  |
[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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