~ Song of the Temperance Union ~

We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand
We don't use tobacco, because we do think
That the people who use it are likely to drink

[chorus] Away, away with rum by gum, rum by gum, rum by gum
Away, away with rum by gum, it's the song of the temperance union

We never eat fruitcake 'cause fruitcake has rum
And one little taste turns a man to a bum
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating fruitcake until he gets tight

We never eat cookies 'cause cookies have yeast
And one little bite turns a man to a beast
Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face

We never eat peaches, 'cause peaches ferment
Yes peaches ferment with the least little dent
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man drunk on peaches he thought were alright