Te-Totaller's Auld Lang Syne - Poem by John Pierpont
Be days of drinking wine forgot,
Let water goblets shine-
And from your memory ever blot
The days of drinking wine.
Those days of drinking wine my friend,
Those days of drinking wine;
A temperance hour is worth a power
Of days of drinking wine!
We twa have quaff'd in days long past
Bright juices of the vine,
But let us from our memories cast
Those customs of 'lang syne.'
Bad customs of 'lang syne,' my friend,
Bad customs of 'lang syne;'
Our temperance age must blot the page
Of customs of 'lang syne.'
We twa can meet as friends should meet,
We twa together dine,
Our beverage quaff from fountains sweet,
And never think of wine.
At temperance's shrine, we're pledg'd, my friend,
We're pledged at her fair shrine;
And hold her cause above the laws
And customs of 'lang syne.'
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