The Union temperance song book : a collection of songs for picnics, temperance meetings, social gatherings, and the family circle . j-g-g- .-0—0-. —Q-- ..0—^.i. just the thing i Tune your voices, make them ring—Theyll give :«^z*; 1 —\-»-i^-- -»-m- -m-m-\-o-- --^~#-- CHORIJS. I^-^ life a cheerful spring. Clieer-i - ly, Uli^ read - i - ly, z«zz«z=«: izz_[z:i4—i-i—f—J-- ^ J--^—^--*-~i-—*- come a - longj Sign the pledge, and sing the =n:;^:^T:aZzi:t:?iz.—Tid: song. i!^ ??*:::f^ :ti:j:._: -^—G Bloominfi: youth, come sino: the your lips, the strains prolong;Sit not by the wine too long,Gr
The Union temperance song book : a collection of songs for picnics, temperance meetings, social gatherings, and the family circle . j-g-g- .-0—0-. —Q-- ..0—^.i. just the thing i Tune your voices, make them ring—Theyll give :«^z*; 1 —\-»-i^-- -»-m- -m-m-\-o-- --^~#-- CHORIJS. I^-^ life a cheerful spring. Clieer-i - ly, Uli^ read - i - ly, z«zz«z=«: izz_[z:i4—i-i—f—J-- ^ J--^—^--*-~i-—*- come a - longj Sign the pledge, and sing the =n:;^:^T:aZzi:t:?iz.—Tid: song. i!^ ??*:::f^ :ti:j:._: -^—G Bloominfi: youth, come sino: the your lips, the strains prolong;Sit not by the wine too long,Grief and wo to it belong, Cho.—Cheerily, readily, & maid, the call obey,Tune your lips, and keep awayFrom the tyrants awful sway,And be not the bibbers prey. Cho.—Cheerily, readily, & parent, hear the call;See! your children, great and small,Come to you with loudest call—Sign the pledge, and save them all. Cheerily, readily, come along. Sign the pledge, and sing the song. i^ountr—Brtntt ©oltr Wiattr:. Words by Reiu A, C. Thomas. -J)—i]^i]z=z!z=::]:. Drink cold water,2youll be stronger, and live longer, If you obey;Hmrk ! hark ! hark ! hark IDrink cold water. Drink cold are freemen, ard will be men, And heed the \ oice :Hark ! hark ! hark L hark !Drink cold water JXaxnt Bour banner JjiqIj in air TuNB—The Schoolmaster, Raise your Banner high in air, Write Cold JVater—write it there,Let its Iblds be wide unfurld,Let it iloat oer all the world— Temperance Banner—raise it high, Let it flap against the sky! ^ March, Reformers, march ye on,Soon the battle will be won; Soon the last poor, staggering soul,Will have turned—or found his gonlPress, Reformers, press ye not, till the. battles won 3 See, y^ star is rising high;Hope IS bending from the sky; See, yon Rambow bending oerIrelands lately deluged shore;See, her star is rising high,Hope is bending from the sky! 4 Hark ! I hear yon spiri
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