I wish all the liquor was bottled up well
And cast to the bottomless dungeons of Hell
It ruins our young men and makes of them slaves
Our fathers fall by it and fill drunkards' graves
CHORUS
Great spirit that guided our ancestors, come
And lead us, their children, to honor and fame
The wife needs protection, the orphan a home
While the demon of drink sways the sceptre of shame
While the demon of drink sways the sceptre of shame
The fair one, heartbroken, is wasting away
The young wife is drooping in early decay
While widows and orphans as monuments stand
To tell of its horrors all over the land
CHORUS
O hope of the nation, ye sons of the brave
Have virtue and manhood forsaken your breast?
Shall we brook a tyrant and sceptre a knave
While freedom was born by the blood of the best?
CHORUS
credits
from Nonconsensual,
released February 19, 2011
Written by Rev. G.W. Belk, 1907.
