Classic Poem

Come, let us quaff a stirrup-cup
To Virtue undismayed.
Fill, comrades, fill your glasses up
With sparkling Lemonade!

Here's death to Whisky, Wine, and Beer,
To Brandy, Gin, and Rum!
We have a million voters here—
A million more will come.

We'll pulverize the Liquor pow'r,
With all its odious jobs,
Until the Demon Drink shall cow'r
Beneath the sword of Hobbs!

The sale of cocktail, punch, and sling,
We are resolved, must stop.
As substitute therefor we bring
The fragrant Ginger-pop;

Or else, perchance, refreshing Mead,
Or Soda-water cool:
But Liquor is a fiend indeed
We don't intend shall rule.

Oh, 't is a thief that steals our wits
And all our manhood robs;
So we propose to give it fits
With gallant Brother Hobbs!

So let us quaff a stirrup-cup
Before we join the raid.
Fill, comrades, fill your glasses up
With sparkling Lemonade!