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Yes said the sister with the little pinched face	A
The busy little sister with the funny little tract	B
This is the climax the grand fifth act	B
There rides the proud at the finish of his race	A
There goes the hearse the mourners cry	C
The respectable hearse goes slowly by	C
The wife of the dead has money in her purse	D
The children are in health so it might have been worse	D
That fellow in the coffin led a life most foul	E
A fierce defender of the red bar tender	F
At the church he would rail	G
At the preacher he would howl	E
He planted every deviltry to see it grow	H
He wasted half his income on the lewd and the low	H
He would trade engender for the red bar tender	F
He would homage render to the red bar tender	F
And in ultimate surrender to the red bar tender	F
He died of the tremens as crazy as a loon	I
And his friends were glad when the end came soon	I
There goes the hearse the mourners cry	C
The respectable hearse goes slowly by	C
And now good friends since you see how it ends	J
Let each nation mender flay the red bar tender	F
Abhor	K
The transgression	L
Of the red bar tender	F
Ruin	L
The profession	L
Of the red bar tender	F
Force him into business where his work does good	M
Let him learn how to plough let him learn to chop wood	M
Let him learn how to plough let him learn to chop wood	M
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The moral	N
The conclusion	L
The verdict now you know	H
'The saloon must go	H
The saloon must go	H
The saloon	I
The saloon	I
The saloon	I
Must go '	-
	-
You are right little sister I said to myself	O
You are right good sister I said	P
Though you wear a mussy bonnet	Q
On your little gray head	P
You are right little sister I said	P

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