We Drink No More.

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AIR — The mellow Horn.

The dawn is on the mountain top, the darkness flies the plain,
And we spring up from healthful sleep, renewed for toil again;
Our brows unpained, our spirits free, as they were ne'er before,
For we have pledged ourselves to drink the liquid death no more,
We drink no more, we drink, we drink no more,
We drink no more, we drink, we drink no more;
For we have pledged ourselves to drink the liquid death no more,
For we have pledged ourselves to drink the liquid death no more.

When evening spreads her dusky veil, we to our homes repair,
No weeping wives, no trembling babes, await our coming there,
But cheerful hearts and sparkling eyes now meet us at the door,
For we have vowed while life will last, we'll drink, we'll drink no more.
We'll drink no more, we'll drink, we'll drink no more,
We'll drink no more, we'll drink, we'll drink no more,
For we have vowed, while life shall last, we'll drink, we'll drink no more.
For we have vowed, while life shall last, we'll drink, we'll drink no more.

The pledge! the pledge! the glorious pledge! no earthly boon like this!
So pure, so full of present good, so fraught with future bliss!

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We'll drink the pledge, in water bright, our goblets brimming o'er.
And wine we leave for slavish sots, but we — we drink no more.
We drink no more, we drink, we drink no more,
We drink no more, we drink, we drink no more;
And wine we leave for slavish sots, but we — we drink no more.
And wine we leave for slavish sots, but we — we drink no more.