TUNE — Watchman, tell us of the night.
Welcome brothers, welcome here!
Cheerful are our hearts today;
Tell us, we would gladly hear,
How our cause speeds on its way.
Brothers, then the foe shall fall
When we take our fathers' seats;
Here we pledge us, one and all,
We will drive him from our streets.
'Tis on us the work depends,
On the young and rising race;
And we'll try to make amends
For our country's deep disgrace.
Here we pledge ourselves anew
Not to touch the drunkard's drink;
Proving faithful, proving true,
We will make the demon shrink.