The Temperance Ship.

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AIR — Old Dan Tucker.

The Temperance Ship is now afloat;
She is called by all a splendid boat;
With Washingtonians we will man her,
And on her raise the temp'rance banner.

Huzza! we'll raise the temp'rance banner,
Huzza! we'll raise the temp'rance banner,
Huzza! we'll raise the temp'rance banner,
From the old Bay State to Indiana.

Behold her riding on the gale;
The wind is filling every sail,
The crew are shouting loud Hosanna,
And proudly waves the temperance banner.

Huzza! we'll raise, &c.

This ship has sailed four years or more;
She never was breached or run ashore;
The worst of storms she was outbraved,
And hosts of deathless drunkards saved.

Huzza! we'll raise, &c.

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Come join us then, ye old and young;
Our banner to the breeze is flung;
We want your help to sing this song,
And help the temp'rance ship along.

Huzza! we'll raise, &c.

The temp'rance men are turning out,
And well they know what they're about:
This temperance song is now before us;
Here's the song and here's the chorus.

Huzza! we'll raise, &c.