# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All the brewers tell us lager-beer's a food | | | | | | | |
d2 | [As] I walk [walked] through [in] the woodland meadow [meadows] | | | | | | | |
d3 | Early in the Maytime, neath the smiling sun | | | | | | | |
d4 | In the wine cup there is sorrow | | | | | | | |
d5 | No spare parts, no spare parts | | | | | | | |
d6 | Now, children, said a mother fish | | | | | | | |
d7 | O de sparklin' wine, Yas it look mighty fine | | | | | | | |
d8 | O say, can you see by the signs of the times | | | | | | | |
d9 | One little, two little, three little brain cells | | | | | | | |
d10 | Only a glass of sparkling wine | | | | | | | |
d11 | Sheep, sheep, sheep | | | | | | | |
d12 | The drink I'll use will not be wine | | | | | | | |
d13 | There's danger in the flowing bowl | | | | | | | |
d14 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d15 | We are on the temperance railroad speeding through the | | | | | | | |
d16 | Whoever heard of a poor old horse | | | | | | | |
d17 | You're starting my boy [soul] [today] on life's journey | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]