Temperance Song.
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BY W. II. COVE.


Tune" Old Dan Tucker"
Our forefathers (heayen bless them,)
When old England would Cypress them,
Signed pledge against taxation,
Calling it the Declaration.


Liberty was their motto,


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


Clear the track of your humbugs,


Cider cans and filthy rum-jugs.
Whisky is an intermeddler
Retail scandal, mischief pedler;
Haunts all dark and wretched 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 children's bread and butter,
Lays their fathers in the gutter.


Kill him dead with cold water


Hang him first don't cheat the halter.
AND ne comes with many dresses
From the stills and cider presses;
White, and red, and brown, and yellow,
But it's 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 upfoar keeping
And for power truly wondrous,
More than once he's been to Congress-


Turn him out, the defaulter,


Hang him up-don't cheat the halter.
o, for shame, all you rumsellers,
You're offensive to our smellers-
Never more in open day go,
Quit the trade-the ladies say So


Quit the trade, or we'll hit you


With drubbing that shall fit you.
Some are threatening us with trouble,
But the fellows all see double,
Armed 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,
For our strife is great and glorious,
And we yet shall be victorious


Drinking's wrong, you all know At;


Sign the pledge, and then you'll show it.
Every temperance son and daughter
Give three cheers for clear cold water,
While it gushes and rejoices,
Like the music of your voices.


Then hurrah for cold water,


Every temperance son and daughter.