Come all ye young teetotallers- <br />Come with us while we go <br />To fight with old king Alcohol, <br />A brave and mortal foe. <br />Then rouse, my lads, then rouse ye up; <br />Come forward every one; <br />We'll banish far the poison cup, <br />Nor stop till vict'ry's won. <br /> <br /> <br />A hard old enemy is he, <br />And brave and bold in fight; <br />But labor hard-we'll soon be free, <br />For God defends the right. <br />Then rouse, my lads, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />But though he may be brave and bold, <br />We'll show what we can do; <br />We're not the temp'rance men of old- <br />We go for something new. <br />Then rouse, my lads, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />'We touch not, taste not, handle not,' <br />What can intoxicate; <br />We'll live and die without a blot, <br />And shun the drunkard's fate. <br />Then rouse, my lads, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Grog men may laugh, and joke, and sneer, <br />They laugh and tremble too; <br />For when the boys take hold, they fear <br />There's something then to do. <br />Then rouse, my lads, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />And now, my boys, since we've begun, <br />The cause must never fall; <br />Let each man bring some other one, <br />And soon we'll have them all. <br />Then rouse, my lads, &c.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-all-ye-young-teetotallers/
