The Mountain Minstrel

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d101The drunkard's grave, the drunkard's grave
d102The pledge, the pledge, the mighty rock
d103The teetotallers are coming
d104The temperance ball's in motion
d105The temperance pledge 'tis glorious light
d106There dwelt in your midst a poor drunkard
d107There is a war within your borders
d108This day, O God, thy blessed hand
d109Though wretchedness unending awaits the drunkards soul
d110Together let us often meet
d111Too long have I strayed
d112Topers who with rum are fed
d113Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul
d114Water from its fountain gushing
d115We are all Washingtonians
d116We come from the mountains afar
d117We here are met, a jovial set
d118We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul
d119Weep for the fallen, hang your heads in sorrow
d120When bright rosy morning peeps over the hills
d121When Jesus, our Redeemer, came
d122When the goddess of liberty came from above
d123Where are the friends that to me were so dear
d124While roving at midnight, I chanced near the grave
d125Who has filled the drunkard's grave
d126Will you come sign the pledge we now offer
d127Will you come to the spring that is sparkling
d128Ye may drink, if ye list
d129You old brandy bottle, I've [we] loved you too long

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