# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A cruel old King from a castle strong | | | | | | | |
d2 | Down in a room all cozy and bright | | | | | | | |
d3 | Everybody, everybody, everybody wake up | | | | | | | |
d4 | Get into the fight for God and right | | | | | | | |
d5 | Hark, the thrill approaching nigh | | | | | | | |
d6 | I remember well a cottage | | | | | | | |
d7 | Lonely at evening a mother is sitting waiting | | | | | | | |
d8 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
d9 | No surrender, pass the word, For the ocnflict quickly gird | | | | | | | |
d10 | O de Brewer's big hosses, comin' down de road | | | | | | | |
d11 | O de sparklin' wine, Yas it look mighty fine | | | | | | | |
d12 | O leave the banquet halls | | | | | | | |
d13 | O mister brewer man, what you gwine to do | | | | | | | |
d14 | O we hear this kind of argument each day upon the stree | | | | | | | |
d15 | O what's all this commottion | | | | | | | |
d16 | O where are you going my pretty maid | | | | | | | |
d17 | O where tell me where is my wandering boy tonight | | | | | | | |
d18 | Our cause is just and at the righteous bidding | | | | | | | |
d19 | Pretty little maiden chide not fate | | | | | | | |
d20 | Ranks arrayed, undismayed, not a heart of us afraid | | | | | | | |
d21 | The walls of Jericho fell down | | | | | | | |
d22 | There's a patient little woman here below | | | | | | | |
d23 | There's an adder in the cup | | | | | | | |
d24 | This nation's badly muddled up | | | | | | | |
d25 | We ring the challenge out, all evil hosts defying | | | | | | | |
d26 | We stand for right, we are in the fight | | | | | | | |
d27 | When saloons are driven out of any town | | | | | | | |
d28 | Workman [workmen] of God O lose not heart | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]