The Temperance Call

Verse 1

Hear the temp'rance call, Freemen one and all, Hear your country's earnest cry; See your native land Life her beck'ning hand; Sons of freedom, come ye nigh.

Chorus

Starve the monster from our shore, Let his cruel reign be o'er; Starve the monster from our shore, Let his cruel reign be o'er.

Verse 2

Leave the shop and farm, Leave your bright hearths warm; Work and pray the lost to save; Let your leaders be True and noble, free, Fearless, temp'rate, good, and grave.

Verse 3

Hail! our Fatherland, Here thy children stand, All resolv'd, united, true; In the temp'rance cause Ne'er to faint or pause! This our purpose is, and vow.