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Temperance Song A Parody Some love to roam Where the glasses foam, And the poison circles free— But a chosen band, In a rescued land, And a Temperance Life for me. When morning beams O'er the mountain streams, Oh merrily forth we go, To hallow our life, With a glorious strife, And to crush our country's foe. Ho, ho, ho, Some love, &c. The snake we mark, In the bar room dark, And untempted turn our back, And the best of cheer, At our homes so dear, Oh why should the temperate lack? For with steady aim At an honored name, And hearts that fear no foe, Our brother to save From the drunkard's grave, In the spirit of love we go— Ho, ho, ho, Some love, &c. John Pierpont's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1174 |
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