Our grateful hearts with temperance burn, <br />Away, away the bowl, <br />From dram shops all, our steps we turn, <br />Away, away the bowl; <br />Farewell to rum and all its harms, <br />Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms, <br />Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl. <br /> <br /> <br />See how that staggering drunkard reels! <br />Away, away the bowl; <br />Alas, the misery he reveals, <br />Away, away the bowl; <br />His children grieve, his wife's in tears! <br />How sad his once bright home appears! <br />Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl. <br /> <br /> <br />We drink no more, nor buy nor sell, <br />Away, away the bowl! <br />The grog-shop's offers we repel, <br />Away, away the bowl. <br />United in a temperance band, <br />We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand, <br />Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/away-the-bowl/
