No. 45. Temperance March.
(In memory of the Presidential election — 1888.)
TUNE: NO. 44.
1. At the polls today I sit thinking, politics, of you,
And the homes that you are darkening every day;
And I see men getting full spite of all that we can do,
Though they try to put the liquor all away.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the Girls are marching;
Cheer up, rum, they have no vote;
And beneath the starry flag they will see the suffrage go
In a stream of crazy liquor down men's throats.
2. In the breech the faithful stood when its charge, corruption, made,
And they swept us half a million votes or more.
Those who stood to duty firm heard the cry all dismayed
As Monopoly shouted victory o'er and o'er.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the Trusts are marching,
Soon they'll wear a Yankee crown;
And beneath the starry flag we can beg a chance to live
As we meet their approbation or their frown.
3. So within the Labor lines we are working for the day
That shall come to enlighten all our race;
And all honest eyes grow bright and all pure hearts grow gay,
As they think of seeing home a happy place.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the Girls are marching,
Heroic in their efforts for Reform,
Lest beneath the starry flag they will see the battle rage
And their loved ones lying prostrate in the storm.
B. R. Perkins.