Some love to roam
Where the glasses foam,
And the poison circles free—
But a chosen band,
In a rescued land,
And a Temperance Life for me.
When morning beams
O'er the mountain streams,
Oh merrily forth we go,
To hallow our life,
With a glorious strife,
And to crush our country's foe.
Ho, ho, ho,
Some love, &c.
The snake we mark,
In the bar room dark,
And untempted turn our back,
And the best of cheer,
At our homes so dear,
Oh why should the temperate lack?
For with steady aim
At an honored name,
And hearts that fear no foe,
Our brother to save
From the drunkard's grave,
In the spirit of love we go—
Ho, ho, ho,
Some love, &c.
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you can hear the parodied 'buffaloes roam' song behind with no problem whatsoever. i think it is a clever irony that the most times i have heard the original song it was being emitted from the lips of very inebriated personages. i wonder if the poet chose that song for that reason when creating this parody.
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i enjoyed it for what it is i enjoy a beer but not a temerance
man i fear
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