An edition of The Boston temperance songster
(1849)
The Boston temperance songster
a collection of songs and hymns for temperance societies : original and selected
by Robert K. Potter
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Publish Date
1849
Publisher
Published by White and Potter, 15 State Street,
Oliver and Brother, corner of Nassau and Fulton Streets
Language
English
Pages
64
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The Boston temperance songster: a collection of songs and hymns for temperance societies : original and selected
1849, Published by White and Potter, 15 State Street, Oliver and Brother, corner of Nassau and Fulton Streets
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Table of Contents
[no. 1]. All hail the power of abstinence
And are you sure the news is true
Another song we'll sing to you
A life full of temperance
All hail! This night the cause we'll sing
A glorious day is breaking
Come, join the Washingtonians
Come now, my old companions
Come, all ye who're fond of singing
Cold water is king, cold water is lord
Come, ye drunkards, sad and weary
Dismission hymns
From the mountain top and valley
Flow gently, thou tear-drop
Go, go, thou that enslavest me
How happy are they
I'm free! I'm free! I've burst the bands
I see them on their temp'rance way
Joyful the season, and blest was the hour
My country! 'Tis of thee
March to the battle field
O, I was once the landlord's pet
Once more, our temperance banner out
O, I am a temperance man
[no. 1, cont.]. Oh, what has made the grog men sigh
O'er Mexic's bounding billow
O, pity me, lady, I'm hungry and cold
Refuse not, Lord, thy strength to lend
Sots, whose health and wealth have fled
Should auld affection be forgot
Touch not the cup
Together now we'll sweetly live
The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl
'Tis but a drop, the father said
The temperance ball's in motion
The teetotallers are coming
The temperance cause is going on
The Washington boys are playing the dickens
The landlord so polite, when he sees you coming in
We come, we come, that have been held
When bright rosy morning
When duty calls, we're wide awake
We've fought the battle very long
When temperance in our midst doth come
We come with joy and gladness
Why does the teetotaller follow my path
Watchman, tell us of the night
Where are the friends that to me were so dear
We have entered the field, and are ready to fight
You will see the Washingtonians.
[no. 2]. All hail the cause
Arise, ye sons of temperance
A beacon has been lighted
A serpent lurks within the bowl
Bring forth your bands
Behold the Washingtonians
Brothers, I the pledge have taken
Before all causes east or west
Come, sisters, join in songs of praise
Come, soldiers of the pledge
Come friends, and brethren, all unite
Drunkards once were given up
Did you ever hear of the army
Daughter of nations
From Plymouth Rock of story
Friends of termperance
From hill and dale and fertile plain
Friends of freedom
From the bright crystal fountain
God of the spreading earth
God of our fathers
Hold on, ye noble band
Hark! Hark! The Washingtonian shout
I'm glad I ever saw the day
I have wandered from east to west
I'll sing you a wondrous song
I will not drink alway
I heard a bitter sigh
[no. 2, cont.]. I've left the cup
King Alcohol is going
Life on high the temp'rance banner
O, no, we cannot touch the bowl
O, water, pure water, how brightly it flows
O'er the dark abodes of sorrow
Once I was happy and free as the air
See yon feeble infant kneeling
Shout, shout, your voices raise
See the temp'rance army coming
Sparkling and bright
Swell, swell the strain
Stay, mortal, stay, nor heedless thus
other, stay! Whither going so fast
'Tis good, dear friends, to sign the pledge
There's wicked rogues in every place
The temp'rance ball is rolling along
The dawn is on the mountain top
Times won't be good, 'tis plain to see
The temp'rance ship is now afloat
Through all our wide rambles
The cause we all are pleading
There is joy in a thousand hearts
What sound do we hear
We greet with joy this happy day
What means all this great commotion
When all who sell for sordid gain
Welcome, brothers, welcome here.
Edition Notes
Without music; some of the tunes indicated by title.
Includes index.
On p. [1] of wrapper: Nos. 1 & 2; and publication date of 1849.
Printer's advertisements on p. [4] of wrapper.
In green printed paper wrapper with front cover illustration. Rear cover and p. 59-64 of latter collation are missing (titles lacking have been removed from contents).
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