Our days of noise and strife are past, <br />We drink, we drink no more; <br />We're happy now, as kings at last, <br />We drink, &c. <br />Once guilt and shame enwrapp'd our frame, <br />And scorn and laughter met our name; <br />'T is pleasant now, 't is pleasant now, <br />We drink, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />No longer now we loathe our food, <br />We drink, &c. <br />Kind Nature's bounty does us good, <br />We drink, &c. <br />We now give up the drunkard's cup, <br />And sweetly breakfast, dine and sup, <br />We're hearty now, we're hearty now, <br />We drink, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Our friends no longer do us harm, <br />We drink, &c. <br />Sweet Friendship's smile regains its charm, <br />We drink, &c. <br />Each friend and foe that used to throw, <br />Dark frowns where'er we used to go, <br />Are pleasant now, are pleasant now, <br />We drink, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />The wags no longer laugh and scoff, <br />We drink, &c. <br />Our filthy rags have fallen off, <br />We drink, &c. <br />The spindle plies,-the shuttle flies, <br />And forms a cloth that kings might prize, <br />For us to wear, for us to wear, <br />We drink, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Our shattered huts have tumbled down, <br />We drink, &c. <br />They 've disappeared all over town, <br />We drink, &c. <br />The neat white cot, that we have got, <br />Of all this world the sweetest spot, <br />Is where we live-is where we live- <br />We drink, &c.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ransomed-drunkard-s-song/
