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


Liberty was their motto, glrp s


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 l 3Hlitsltt
Till we've conquered the red noses.


Clear the track Of your humbugs,


Cider cans and filthy rum-jugs.
Whisky is an ntermeddler, n
Retail scandal, mischief pedler; fag
Haunts all dark and wretched places,
Breaks mems bones and paints their faces


Clear him out, the old william, 1 gr


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 he 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 uproar keeping; 3
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
0, 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 well 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. 2t


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. ~ -a3


Drinking's wrong you all know it


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


Then hurrah for cold water, t.


Every temperance son and daughter.