Wide Awake

There’s a labor to be wrought, 
    There's a race that we must run, 
There's a battle to be fought, 
    And a victory to be won 
For a cheated nation's sake!
    Ho ye people! plundered all 
    By the slaves of alcohol;
Rouse, the demon's arm to break;
Wide awake, boys! wide awake!

In the councils of the great, 
    In the hovels of the low, 
In the very halls of state 
    Sits the desolating foe;
Only human life can slake
    His infernal thirst for blood;
    Up, ye virtuous brotherhood,
Smite him till his vassals quake;
Wide awake, boys! wide awake!

See him in the holy place, 
    Lurking in the blessed wine;
Glancing through the bridal lace, 
    How his deadly eyeballs shine!
Coiling like a venomed snake
    In the parlor's social ring,
    Strength and beauty feel his sting ;
Hurl him to his burning lake!
Wide awake, boys! wide awake!

Where the dens of haggard crime
    Draw the wretch to deeper shame,
Loathsome in his evil slime
    Blacker vices than we name, 
Of the demon's cup partake;
    All his garnered fruits are there, 
    Bathing in the poisoned air;
Through his fen quick clearance make;
Wide awake, boys! wide awake!