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| d1 | A glorious day is dawning, And o'er the waking | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Away with the wine cup | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Behold, the day of promise comes | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Cheer up, cheer up, desponding ones | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Come, let us sing of fount and spring What drink with water can compare | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Come, swell the ranks of temperance | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Flowers with fragrance fill the balmy air | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Gladly will we rally round | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Hear the mother's bitter wailing | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Hear the temperance call, freemen | | | | | | | |
| d11 | In a wake of light | | | | | | | |
| d12 | In freedom's cause our sons and brothers | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Launch the ship of prohibition | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Leagued with all the powers of darkness | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Let us rally round the standard | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Lift up your heads, O ye children of sorrow | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Look not at the wine when blushing | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Look out for the enemy comrades all | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
| d21 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d22 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
| d24 | O ask me not to sip the wine | | | | | | | |
| d25 | O bright is the wine | | | | | | | |
| d26 | O list the song we sing tonight | | | | | | | |
| d27 | O the time is near, when in accents clear | | | | | | | |
| d28 | On brothers on to meet the foe | | | | | | | |
| d29 | On the ocean of life a sturdy band | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Onward speed thy conquering flight | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Over and over again, no matter which way I turn | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Pure cold water is the drink for me | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Rally, freemen, rally, the temperance cry prolong | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Rally round the temperance banner | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Show thy light in matchless glory | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Soldiers on life's battlefield | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
| d39 | The drink I'll use will not be wine | | | | | | | |
| d40 | The legions of rummies are waging a warfare | | | | | | | |
| d41 | The Negro slaves 'neath southern sun | | | | | | | |
| d42 | The sunbeams are glancing o'er forest | | | | | | | |
| d43 | The temperance ball is rolling | | | | | | | |
| d44 | The temperance cause is growing | | | | | | | |
| d45 | The war drums are beating | | | | | | | |
| d46 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
| d47 | There are many ways of doing this | | | | | | | |
| d48 | There is a stream of rapid flow | | | | | | | |
| d49 | There's a battle to be fought, a victory to be gained | | | | | | | |
| d50 | They offered me wine, and urged me to drink | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Though the night o'erhang our dwelling | | | | | | | |
| d52 | 'Tis but the social, friendly glass | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
| d54 | Touch not, touch not the sparkling bowl | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Wake and sing, brother, sing | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Water from its fountains gushing | | | | | | | |
| d57 | We are strong, we are strong Though the contest be long | | | | | | | |
| d58 | We will raise our banner high | | | | | | | |
| d59 | We're marching on, an army strong | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Where, where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
| d61 | Ye sons of freedom, burst asunder | | | | | | | |
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