Prohibition Bugle Call

Editor: H. H. Hawley
Publisher: Biglow & Main Co., New York, N.Y., 1887
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d1A little word in kindness spoken
d2A roof so tight, and a hearth so bright
d3Clasp hand in hand, like brothers
d4Come home, brother, come home
d5Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily
d6Down in yonder meadow
d7Fill high the bowl with fusil oil
d8Fling out to the winds our banner bright
d9Forward be our [thy] watchword, steps [hearts] and voices
d10Friends of temperance, lift your banners
d11From the glorious summer land
d12Go weep, as I in secret wept
d13Great God, whose hand outpours [pours out] the rills
d14I hear the trumpet sounding
d15I'm a temperance man, I will do what I can
d16In the furrows of thy [my] life, scatter seed
d17Let the still air rejoice
d18Let us rally for the right, boys
d19Life from the dead, Almighty God
d20Long ages past eternal wisdom said
d21May temperance speed onward
d22Men of purpose, sound the tocsin
d23Mourn for the thousands slain
d24Now, host with host assembling
d25Now let us strike the cheerful strain
d26O, a song for the flag of prohibition
d27O brother, you are helpless
d28O dark is the night
d29O gentle Shepherd, wide is thine embrace
d30O the people are so poor
d31O, this temperance agitation
d32O thou who taught us by thy word
d33Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing
d34Officials hold the people's trust
d35Sign the pledge, each trembling mother
d36Sing, boys, sing, who sings, who sings
d37Slavery and death the cup contains
d38Some people will tell of a good time
d39Sons of temperance gathering round
d40Stay, father, stay, the night is wild
d41The convict immured in the prison's cold cell
d42The prohibition train is free
d43There are lonely hearts to cherish
d44There's a cry from suffering masses everywhere
d45Treacherous the foe, we must battle today
d46Visit, Lord, this land in mercy
d47We come, we come, with speech and song
d48We now shall see the glory
d49We now shall see the glory of the coming of the Lord
d50We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul
d51When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame
d52When the cry of the poor drunkard's child is heard
d53When the drunkards who reel in our streets today
d54While upon this earthly journey
d55Whiskey is king, the bummers' cry
d56Work brother, work, the day is departing
d57You are old, father William, the young man cried
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