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I have borrowed thy pattern dear Hood to cut out our mourning garments	A
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With garments for sorrow torn	B
With eyelids heavy and red	C
A woman sat by a new made grave	D
Bewailing her slaughtered dead	C
Weep weep weep	E
Tears of remorseful pain	F
The sorrow that sorrows without a hope	G
Is poured forth above the slain	F
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Drink drink drink	H
It slayeth on every side	I
Till the blue eyed baby is fatherless	J
And a desolate widow the bride	I
O for a gleam of light	K
On the home on the friendly hand	L
That pours in kindness the burning draught	M
That maketh a desolate land	L
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Drink drink drink	H
The horse leech ever craves	N
There are empty chairs in the desolate home	O
And the earth swells with new made graves	N
Cellar saloon and bar	P
Bar cellar saloon	Q
And a wasted life and a hopeless death	R
Is the tempted victim's doom	S
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O men with the friendly treat	T
O women with New Year's wine	U
It is not liquor you're pouring out	V
But your child's blood and mine	U
Drink drink drink	H
In joyous youthful prime	W
Drink that marks out the downward road	X
To want and disease and crime	W
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Drink in the lordly hall	Y
Pour out the blood red wine	U
And grey hairs sorrow over the grave	D
That is dug before its time	W
Drink for the darling son	Z
Till the softened brain goes mad	A2
And darkness falls on the father's life	B2
Which is bound in the life of the lad	A2
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Every unwilling slave	D
Standeth on the bedroom's brink	H
But what will free the body and soul	C2
That is enslaved by drink	H
Bar cellar saloon	Q
Cellar saloon and bar	P
Alas that the demon of drink slays more	D2
By far than the demon of war	D2
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Drink drink drink	H
Till manhood and pride are gone	E2
Drink over the grave of self respect	F2
And then in despair drink on	G2
Drink drink drink	H
Drink at the fearful cost	H2
Of knowing that though still cursed with life	B2
Yet hope is forever lost	I2
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Our brightest go down to death	R
We cannot our dearest save	D
And we dare not think of the judgment seat	T
That lieth beyond the grave	D
Drink drink drink	H
So many are licensed to sell	J2
Drink you will surely find the house	K2
Whose guests find the way to hell	J2
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Oh for the plighted band	L
Of those who are bound to save	D
Their fellow men from the fearful doom	S
That extends beyond the grave	D
Alas they are trying hard	L2
To do what they cannot do	M2
To wage a war to the uttermost	M2
And only hurt a few	M2
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Bar cellar saloon	Q
Cellar saloon and bar	P
Are swiftly surely doing their work	N2
As those who in earnest are	P
And the moderate drinker stands	O2
Kind at the head of the way	P2
And opens the gate with friendly hands	O2
Of the road that leads astray	P2
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Of the road that leads astray	P2
And never will stop to think	H
That the shroud is sewed and the grave is dug	Q2
For the lost by moderate drink	H
And the banded are loath to strike	R2
They have friends on the other side	M2
And therefore Hell hath enlarged herself	S2
And opened her mouth so wide	M2
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The strong and the brave are lost	M2
Do we keep the tender and fair	T2
Does the demon who strikes down fathers and sons	U2
All the daughters and sisters spare	T2
Bar cellar saloon	Q
Cellar saloon and bar	P
Oh who will preach a new crusade	M2
Or join in this holy war	D2
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With garments for sorrow torn	B
With eyelids heavy and red	M2
A woman sat by a new made grave	D
Bewailing over the dead	M2
Weep weep weep	E
How many will weep in vain	F
How many will rise in a holy cause	V2
That the slayer may be slain	F

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