SONG,
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SONG,
Written for Junior Association No. S, United
Brothers of Temperance, by brother JAMES C
GooDs, jr., one of its members.


TUNE-G Gossip Jones.
Q, don't you hear the cry,
The Temperance cause advances, [rep.
The old sots from thee fly, fly, fly, &c.
For ever they will leave thee,


Alcohol.
You of have made men sad
In time long gone before;
But we're the lads, lads, lads, lads, &c.
To Danish thee from the land,


Alcohol
Your force is getting small,
And ours is increasing,
And your proud flag must fall, fall, &c.
And in the dust be trampled,


Alcohol.
Our banner is on high,
IT'S floating on the breeze,
Which makes the grog men sigh, sigh, &c.
To think they must be used up,


Alcohol
alexandria. May 80, 1916.