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d1 | A band of youthful soldiers, to battle for the right | | | | | | | |
d2 | A call is heard throughout the land | | | | | | | |
d3 | A glad, good time is coming | | | | | | | |
d4 | A little robin sweetly singing | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d6 | All round the world, wherever children dwell | | | | | | | |
d7 | All things beautiful and fair | | | | | | | |
d8 | At my school house desk I sit | | | | | | | |
d9 | Banging of the hammer | | | | | | | |
d10 | Calmly the stars were shining | | | | | | | |
d11 | Columbia, chosen land, and kept by God's right hand | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come join in our home loving White Ribbon Long | | | | | | | |
d13 | Ever onward we are marching | | | | | | | |
d14 | For our native land, we meet today | | | | | | | |
d15 | Forward, men of valor | | | | | | | |
d16 | God of battles be our Leader | | | | | | | |
d17 | Good night, good night, we hope again to meet you | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hail to the springtime, the wide world adorning | | | | | | | |
d19 | Heirs of a throne eternal | | | | | | | |
d20 | I know a little fairy, who lurks within the well | | | | | | | |
d21 | If you want to learn philosophy of true Platonic sort | | | | | | | |
d22 | Joyously we march on, hailing the glad day | | | | | | | |
d23 | Just out upon life's flowing river | | | | | | | |
d24 | Let every white ribboner list to our voice | | | | | | | |
d25 | List to the tread of many feet | | | | | | | |
d26 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d27 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d28 | Now the daylight goes away | | | | | | | |
d29 | O give, yes, give, and look for the blessing | | | | | | | |
d30 | O we are young crusaders in the army of the King | | | | | | | |
d31 | O who will be there the victory to share | | | | | | | |
d32 | Onward Christian maidens | | | | | | | |
d33 | Ring the bells of mercy, Ring them loud | | | | | | | |
d34 | Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye | | | | | | | |
d35 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
d36 | Springtime and blossomtime, fair and sunny weather | | | | | | | |
d37 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d38 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d39 | The hours are viewless angels | | | | | | | |
d40 | The temperance ship is sailing across the stormy wave | | | | | | | |
d41 | There's a child outside your door | | | | | | | |
d42 | There's a shadow on the home | | | | | | | |
d43 | There's a word of wisdom for young and old | | | | | | | |
d44 | 'Tis the time for earnest doing | | | | | | | |
d45 | Tramp, tramp, tramp, o'er the wide world we go | | | | | | | |
d46 | 'Twas on a bright spring morning | | | | | | | |
d47 | Wake the echoes with our singing | | | | | | | |
d48 | We are on the temperance railroad speeding through the | | | | | | | |
d49 | We live for those who love us | | | | | | | |
d50 | Welcome, thrice welcome here, brave comrades | | | | | | | |
d51 | We're a temperance legion, singing as we come | | | | | | | |
d52 | We're down on whiskey selling | | | | | | | |
d53 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d54 | Yes, we are young crusaders | | | | | | | |
d55 | Youthful crusaders are we | | | | | | | |