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Editor: J. B. Herbert
Publisher: Rodeheaver Co., Chicago, Ill., 1916
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d1A cruel old King from a castle strong
d2A rummy, fat and sleek, stood in his retreat
d3Along in November, when chill
d4Counties here and counties there
d5Down in a room all cozy and bright
d6From run's destructive snare
d7Hark, the sound of bitter weeping
d8He who tarries at the wine cup
d9Hear the temperance call, freemen
d10I remember well a cottage
d11I took a trip into the camp of whiskey
d12If you'd banish sin and sorrow
d13In the prison cell I sit Thinking, mother dear of you
d14Lift up the temperance banner That banner pure and white
d15Mine eyes have seen the glory
d16Mourn for the thousands slain
d17My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d18No license is the thing we need
d19Now, a man is surely crazy when he drinks
d20O barley-corn Johnny, yez played me
d21O Columbia, the gem of the ocean
d22O de Brewer's big hosses, comin' down de road
d23O de prohibition band wagon's rollin' right along
d24O have you seen the evils that intemperance hath wrought
d25O land of our glory, rise, rise in thy might
d26O mister brewer man, what you gwine to do
d27O my comrades in this conflict of the fight against the wrong
d28O sing a song of our firesides and our friends
d29O tempted one, could you but know
d30O the men are so easy, the devil said
d31O we intend this woe to end
d32O what you gwine to say when de great day comes
d33Once on a time there lived a king
d34Our cause is just and at the righteous bidding
d35Poor old booze is losing all his friends
d36Rally to our standard in this fight today
d37Rescue the perishing, care for the dying
d38Speed, speed the happy day now marching on its way
d39Standing for the homes we love
d40The first to come was good ole Maine
d41The old saloon has had its day
d42The plain handwriting's on the wall
d43The temperance train is coming
d44There are mighty waves of sentiment
d45There's a patient little woman here below
d46There's poison in the flowing bowl
d47This nation's badly muddled up
d48'Tis a solemn thought to think
d49To aid each other and befriend
d50Way down upon a little alley, far far from home
d51We are on the temperance railroad speeding through the
d52We are out for prohibition
d53We are soldiers in the temperance army
d54We don't know vot we's going to do
d55We'll do our best and ever fight
d56What means this mighty volume of sound
d57What's all the stir, neighbor
d58When all the slaves of rum are free
d59Whilst hordes are out to hustle
d60You're taking just a glass a day
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