| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A little word in kindness spoken | | | | | | | |
| d2 | A roof so tight, and a hearth so bright | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Clasp hand in hand, like brothers | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Come home, brother, come home | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Down in yonder meadow | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Fill high the bowl with fusil oil | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Fling out to the winds our banner bright | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Forward be our [thy] watchword, steps [hearts] and voices | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Friends of temperance, lift your banners | | | | | | | |
| d11 | From the glorious summer land | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Go weep, as I in secret wept | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Great God, whose hand outpours [pours out] the rills | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I hear the trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I'm a temperance man, I will do what I can | | | | | | | |
| d16 | In the furrows of thy [my] life, scatter seed | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Let us rally for the right, boys | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Life from the dead, Almighty God | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Long ages past eternal wisdom said | | | | | | | |
| d21 | May temperance speed onward | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Men of purpose, sound the tocsin | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Now, host with host assembling | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Now let us strike the cheerful strain | | | | | | | |
| d26 | O, a song for the flag of prohibition | | | | | | | |
| d27 | O brother, you are helpless | | | | | | | |
| d28 | O dark is the night | | | | | | | |
| d29 | O gentle Shepherd, wide is thine embrace | | | | | | | |
| d30 | O the people are so poor | | | | | | | |
| d31 | O, this temperance agitation | | | | | | | |
| d32 | O thou who taught us by thy word | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Officials hold the people's trust | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Sign the pledge, each trembling mother | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Sing, boys, sing, who sings, who sings | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Slavery and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Some people will tell of a good time | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Sons of temperance gathering round | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Stay, father, stay, the night is wild | | | | | | | |
| d41 | The convict immured in the prison's cold cell | | | | | | | |
| d42 | The prohibition train is free | | | | | | | |
| d43 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
| d44 | There's a cry from suffering masses everywhere | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Treacherous the foe, we must battle today | | | | | | | |
| d46 | Visit, Lord, this land in mercy | | | | | | | |
| d47 | We come, we come, with speech and song | | | | | | | |
| d48 | We now shall see the glory | | | | | | | |
| d49 | We now shall see the glory of the coming of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d50 | We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul | | | | | | | |
| d51 | When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
| d52 | When the cry of the poor drunkard's child is heard | | | | | | | |
| d53 | When the drunkards who reel in our streets today | | | | | | | |
| d54 | While upon this earthly journey | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Whiskey is king, the bummers' cry | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Work brother, work, the day is departing | | | | | | | |
| d57 | You are old, father William, the young man cried | | | | | | | |
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