Song of the Cold Water Army

Oh! not with the fife and the murderous knife,
   And the rolling sound of the battle drum,
And the dreadful waste of human life,
   Do the glowing ranks of our army come;
        But merrily, right merrily,
            And cheerily we go, 
        So readily and steadily,
            To battle with the foe.

With glad voice of song we are moving along, 
   While the breezes soft on our banners blow;
‘Tis the children's army, brave and strong,
   And we march where the clear running waters flor
        O'er mountain side, the fountain tide
            In bounding pride is seen,
        Now leaping down and sweeping down,
          Through all the meadows green.

Ho! boys, and ye girls with the soft sunny curls,
   Come and join the band of the brave and fair;
See our banner — look! how bright it unfurls,
   Perfumed by the kiss of the fragrant air;
        Unite with us, to fight with us,
            And smite with us the foe;
       Then wondering and thundering,
            He'll tumble at the blow.

There's no one so young but can battle with wrong,
   There is no one living too old to mend;
Come and help to slay the monster strong;
   And the reign of King Alcohol shall end.
The double image suits his nature well !
        We'll water him and slaughter him,
            And bury him full low,
        Beyond the reach of all who teach
            The drunkard's way to go.