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Temperance Song
Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Bring me forth the cup of gold Lyrics: 1 Bring me forth the cup of gold,
Chased by Druid Lands of old,
Filled from yonder fountain's breast
Where the waters are at rest.
This for me in joyous hour,
This for me in beauty's bower,
This for me in manhood's prime,
This for me in life's decline.
Bring me forth, the cup of gold,
Chased by Druid Lands of old,
Filled from yonder from fountain's breast,
Where the waters are at rest.
2 Bring me forth the humbler horn,
Filled by hunter's hand at morn,
From the crystal rill that flows
Underneath the blooming rose.
Where the violent loves to sip,
When the lily cools her lip;
Bring me this and I will say,
Take the ruby wine away.
Bring me forth the humbler horn,
Filled by hunter's hand at morn,
From the crystal rill that flows
Underneath the blooming rose.
5 Take away the odious draught
By the Bachanalian quaffed;
Take away, the liquid death,
Serpents nestle in its breath;
Terror rides upon its flood,
Vice surrounds its brim with blood;
Sorrow in its bosom stings--
Sorrow buoyed on pleasure's wings.
Take away, etc.
4 Dip the bucket in the well
Where the trout delights to dwell,
Where the sparkling water sings,
As it bubbles from the springs;
Where the breezes whisper sweet,
Where the happy children meet;
Draw, and let that draught be mine--
Take away the ruby wine.
Dip the bucket, etc.
Used With Tune: [Bring me forth the cup of gold]
Temperance Song
[Bring me forth the cup of gold]
Appears in 1 hymnal Tune Key: G Major or modal Incipit: 55555 55565 15422 Used With Text: Temperance Song
[Bring me forth the cup of gold]
Temperance Song
Hymnal: The Little Minstrel #98 (1867) First Line: Bring me forth the cup of gold Lyrics: 1 Bring me forth the cup of gold,
Chased by Druid Lands of old,
Filled from yonder fountain's breast
Where the waters are at rest.
This for me in joyous hour,
This for me in beauty's bower,
This for me in manhood's prime,
This for me in life's decline.
Bring me forth, the cup of gold,
Chased by Druid Lands of old,
Filled from yonder from fountain's breast,
Where the waters are at rest.
2 Bring me forth the humbler horn,
Filled by hunter's hand at morn,
From the crystal rill that flows
Underneath the blooming rose.
Where the violent loves to sip,
When the lily cools her lip;
Bring me this and I will say,
Take the ruby wine away.
Bring me forth the humbler horn,
Filled by hunter's hand at morn,
From the crystal rill that flows
Underneath the blooming rose.
5 Take away the odious draught
By the Bachanalian quaffed;
Take away, the liquid death,
Serpents nestle in its breath;
Terror rides upon its flood,
Vice surrounds its brim with blood;
Sorrow in its bosom stings--
Sorrow buoyed on pleasure's wings.
Take away, etc.
4 Dip the bucket in the well
Where the trout delights to dwell,
Where the sparkling water sings,
As it bubbles from the springs;
Where the breezes whisper sweet,
Where the happy children meet;
Draw, and let that draught be mine--
Take away the ruby wine.
Dip the bucket, etc.
Languages: English Tune Title: [Bring me forth the cup of gold]
Temperance Song
Bring me forth the cup of gold
Hymnal: The New Temperance Melodist ... for Temperance Organizations in the United States and Canada #d12 (1839)
Bring me forth the cup of gold
