| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A song of love, to Thee above | | | | | | | |
| d2 | As the stormy clouds do hide the sun | | | | | | | |
| d3 | At home, abroad, by day or night | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Boys of spirit, boys of will | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Children, do you see the wine | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Children who have rallied now | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Come friends and comrades, all unite | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Come, join the famous army | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Costly is the temple our God has made | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Creeping, creeping up the stairway | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Don't you see us coming | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Fight for prohibition, gird our armor on | | | | | | | |
| d13 | From the saloon I'll ever keep away | | | | | | | |
| d14 | God bless our temperance band | | | | | | | |
| d15 | God is sending his truth o'er the world | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Heart and hand, firm we stand | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Here we meet as temperance children | | | | | | | |
| d18 | I am not very tall nor strong | | | | | | | |
| d19 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
| d20 | I will try to do the right | | | | | | | |
| d21 | I would not own a groggery | | | | | | | |
| d22 | If on our some pleasant holiday | | | | | | | |
| d23 | If you would not be a drunkard (Baker) | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Jesus, keep us [me] in the fold | | | | | | | |
| d25 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d26 | O Lord, our present meeting bless | | | | | | | |
| d27 | O my brother, danger lurketh In the wine cups wiles | | | | | | | |
| d28 | O suffer little children | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Once I thought, when like our Harry | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Our Father, we thank thee for thy tender mercies | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Our youthful hearts with [for] temperance burn | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Sad and lonely forth there wanders | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Shepherd boy with coat of blue | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Sign the pledge tonight, my brother | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Songs of gladness and thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Spurn the cup of woe and anguish | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Temperance boys and girls are we | | | | | | | |
| d39 | The tempter watcheth every hour | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Touch not the foaming cider | | | | | | | |
| d42 | We are a little temperance band | | | | | | | |
| d43 | We are only boys in stature | | | | | | | |
| d44 | We have joined the temperance army | | | | | | | |
| d45 | We pledge ourselves to fight | | | | | | | |
| d46 | We will never drink the first glass | | | | | | | |
| d47 | We will never sip, sip wine or beer | | | | | | | |
| d48 | We will shun the dens of evil | | | | | | | |
| d49 | We're a band of children, children of the King | | | | | | | |
| d50 | We're a band of temperance children | | | | | | | |
| d51 | We're a little temperance band | | | | | | | |
| d52 | We're all little soldiers in the battle | | | | | | | |
| d53 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d54 | When we are old enough to vote | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Who hath sorrow, who hath woe | | | | | | | |
| d56 | With temperance banner wide unfurled | | | | | | | |
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