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Down in de Bottom ob de Glass

Author: J. B. H. Hymnal: PCSS1916 #361 (1916) First Line: O de sparklin' wine! yes, it looks mighty fine Lyrics: 1 O de sparklin' wine! yes, it looks mighty fine When you pour it out in de glass; But you jes' wait a while till it lose dat smile, As de weeks an' months go pas'. For down, down, down, down, Down in de bottom ob de glass, Dere's snakes an' bugs, an' dregs and drugs, Dat'll git you sure, at las', Down in de bottom ob de glass. 2 O de red looks great in de whiskey straight, But it don't look good on de nose; An' de mo' dat you wink, an' blink, an' drink, De redder an' redder it grows. For down, down, down, down, Down in de bottom ob de glass, Dere's snakes an' bugs, an' dregs and drugs, Dat'll git you sure, at las', Down in de bottom ob de glass. 3 O de foamy beer, it bring good cheer, An' it make you glad an' gladder; Till it pizen your hide, an' your whole inside, An' bloat you up like a bladder. For down, down, down, down, Down in de bottom ob de glass, Dere's snakes an' bugs, an' dregs and drugs, Dat'll git you sure, at las', Down in de bottom ob de glass. 4 You can sing an' laugh, as de wine you quaff, But you look out dar! by an' by It will run you down like an ole blood houn', An' leave you dar to die! For down, down, down, down, Down in de bottom ob de glass, Dere's snakes an' bugs, an' dregs and drugs, Dat'll git you sure, at las', Down in de bottom ob de glass. Topics: Patriotic and Temperance Languages: English Tune Title: [O de sparklin' wine! yes, it looks mighty fine]

We Will Vote It Dry

Author: J. B. H. Hymnal: PCSS1916 #362 (1916) First Line: All the brewers tell us lager-beer's a food Lyrics: 1 All the brewers tell us lager-beer's a food; That for old and young 'tis very, very good. Ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha! Pardon, if our laugh seems rude. 2 If 'tis really food, as by the brewers said, Why do many "soaKers" have to beg for bread? Ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha! Why should they be begging bread? 3 Hear the whiskey cohorts shout their battle-cry: "Regulate the trade with license, low or high." But we answer: "No, no, no, no! We will vote it, vote it dry." 4 Ye who soak your skin with whiskey, beer and gin, Shake now in your shoes, for we are bound to win. Ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha! Now let ev'rybody grin! Topics: Patriotic and Temperance Languages: English Tune Title: [All the brewers tell us lager-beer's a food]

Beautiful Flag

Author: E. O. E. Hymnal: PCSS1916 #363 (1916) First Line: Flag of the free Refrain First Line: Flag of the free Lyrics: 1 Flag (Beautiful glad,) of the free, (beautiful flag,) Sing we praises (Praise to thee,) to thee; (praises to thee;) Shield our homes, (shielding our homes,) shield our land, (shielding our land,) Noble flag (Noble our flag,) of the free; (flag of the free;) Emblem of peace, wave in triumph, wave. Chorus: Flag (Beautiful glad,) of the free, (beautiful flag,) Sing we praises (Praise to thee,) to thee; (praises to thee;) Shield our homes, (shielding our homes,) shield our land, (shielding our land,) Noble flag (Noble our flag,) of the free. (flag of the free.) 2 Flag (Beautiful glad,) of the free, (beautiful flag,) Waving high (waving high,) in the blue, (in the blue) We will stand, (we will stand,) for thy rights, (for thy rights,) Unto death, (Unto death,) proving true; (proving true;) Emblem of love, wave in triumph, wave. [Chorus] 3 Flag (Beautiful glad,) of the free, (beautiful flag,) May thy stars (may thy stars,) ever wave; (ever wave;) O'er the land, oO'er the land,) of the free, (of the free,) And the home (and the home,) of the brave; (of the brave;) Emblem of joy, wave in triumph, wave. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Flag of the free]

My Country

Author: Rev. S. F. Smith Hymnal: PCSS1916 #364 (1916) First Line: My country! 'tis of thee Lyrics: 1 My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrims' pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrims' pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! 2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. 4 Our father's God! to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing, To Thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King! Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King! Languages: English Tune Title: [My country! 'tis of thee]

America the Beautiful

Author: Katharine Lee Bates Hymnal: PCSS1916 #365 (1916) First Line: O beautiful for spacious skies Lyrics: 1 O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, From sea to shining sea! 2 O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! 3 O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness, And ev'ry gain divine! 4 O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam, Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! Languages: English Tune Title: [O beautiful for spacious skies]

Battle Hymn of the Republic

Author: Julia Ward Howe Hymnal: PCSS1916 #366 (1916) First Line: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Refrain First Line: Glory! glory, hallelujah! Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. 2 I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah! His day is marching on. 3 He has sounded forth His trumpet that shall never sound retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat. O be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on. 4 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free; While God is marching on. Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah! While God is marching on. Languages: English Tune Title: [Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord]

He Died For Me

Author: John Newton Hymnal: PCSS1916 #367 (1916) First Line: I saw One hanging on a tree Refrain First Line: Oh, can it be, upon a tree Lyrics: 1 I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood; He fixed His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Chorus: Oh, can it be, upon a tree The Savior died for me? My soul is thrilled, My heart is filled, To think He died for me! 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, Can I forget that look: It seemed to charge me with His death, Tho' not a word He spoke. [Chorus] 3 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair; I saw my sins His blood had spilt And helped to nail Him there. [Chorus] 4 Alas! I knew not what I did, - But now my tears are vain: Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain. [Chorus] 5 A second look He gave, which said, "I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die that thou may'st live." [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [I saw One hanging on a tree]

The Red, White and Blue

Hymnal: PCSS1916 #368 (1916) First Line: O Columbia! the gem of the ocean Lyrics: 1 O Columbia! the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free; The shrine of each patriot’s devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty’s form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. When borne by the red, white and blue, When borne by the red, white and blue; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. 2 When war winged its wide desolation, And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of freedom’s foundation, Columbia rode safe thro’ the storm; With her garlands of vict’ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly waiving before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. The boast of the red, white and blue, The boast of the red, white and blue; With her flag proudly waiving before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. 3 Then, sons of Columbia, come hither, And join in our nation’s sweet hymn; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor the stars of their glory grow dim! May the service, united, ne’er sever, But they to their colors prove true! The Army and Navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three cheers for the red, white and blue; The Army and Navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. Languages: English Tune Title: [O Columbia! the gem of the ocean]

The Star-Spangled Banner

Hymnal: PCSS1916 #369 (1916) First Line: Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light Lyrics: 1 Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? 2 Oh the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host n dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows,half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. 3 And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore, that the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution; No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave. And the star-spangled banner in triumph dove wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. 4 Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Languages: English Tune Title: [Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light]

America

Author: S. F. Smith Hymnal: PCSS1916 #370 (1916) First Line: My country, 'tis of thee Lyrics: 1 My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! 2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. 4 Our father's God! to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King! Languages: English Tune Title: [My country, 'tis of thee]