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Our forefathers (heaven bless them. 2ay,
When old England would oppress Them,
Signed pledge against taxation,
Calling THE Declaration. ....,r.
Liberty was their motto, nfrt.


So they signed, as who would not do
They, when John Bull tried TO cheat 'em
Fought the red coats, and they beat 'em.
And our warfare never closes F
Till we've conquered the red noses.


Clear the track of your humbucs.


Cider cans and filthy mugs.
Whiskey is an lntermeddler, .t
Retail scandel, mischief pedler; r
Haunis all dark and wrelched places,
Breaks mems bones and paints their faces


Clear him out, the old william,


Every mischief he has skill in.
He makes strife 'twixt friends and brothers
Laughs at broken-hearted mothers;
Steals the chidren's bread and butter,
Lays their fathers in the gutter.


Kill him dead with cold water


Hang him frst-don't cheat the halter
And he comes with many dresses
From the stills and cider presses;
White, and red, and brown and yellow.
But its all the same old fellow.


Pull them down, cider grinders,


You can't see behind such binders.
Into every place he's creeping,
Constant noise and uproar keeping:
And for power truly wond 'rous,
More than once he's been 10 Congress.


Turn him out. the delaulter,


Hang HIM up--don't cheat the halter.
O, for shame, all you rumselIers. r. ...
You're offensive TO our smelers, y. .
Never more in open day 90,
Quit the trade--the ladies' say so-..H


Gut the trade, or we'll hit you I. Y.


With drubbing that shall fit you.
Some are lhreat'ning us with trouble,
But the fellows all see double,
Arm'd with brandy, rum and cider,
Marksmen never yet shot wider.


Let them come, fires much hotter


We can quench with clear cold water.
Then fling out the Temperance, banner,
Let the mountain breeZes fan her m
For onr strife is great and glorious,
And we vet shall be victorious. u


Drinking's wrong. you all know IL,
" Sign the pledge and then you'll show u
Every Temperance son and daughter,
Give three cheers Tor clear, cold water,
While il gushes aud rejJices,
Like the music OF our voices.


Then hurrah for cold water


Every Temperance son and daughter.
