Dear Father, drink no more.
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Dear Fathen "drink no more" pray,
II makes you look so sad
Come home, and "drink no more" say,
Twill make dear mother glad
Dear Father! think how sick you've been,
What aches and pains You know
Oh "drink no more," and then you'll find
A home where'er you go.
Dear Father think of mothers tears,
How off and sad they flow! r
Oh! drink no more" I" then will her grief
No longer rack her so.
Dear Father! think what would become
Of me were you to die;
Without father, friend, or home,


Beneath the chilly sky?
Dear father, do not turn away,


Nor think from me to roam;
Oh! "drink no more" by night or day;
Now come-let us 90 home.
Dear father! ''drink no more," pray,
1t makes you look so sad;
Come home, and q drink no more, | say,
Twill make that home SO glad!
Thus spake in tenderness the child
The drunkard's heart was mov'd;
He signed the Pledge! he wept! he smiled
And kissed the boy he loved