Welcome Brothers! For A Cold Water Army Poem by John Pierpont

Welcome, brothers, welcome here!
Cheerful are our hearts to-day,
Tell us, we would gladly hear,
How our cause speeds on its way.


Brothers, then the foe shall fall,
When we take our father's seats,
Here we pledge us, one and all,
We will drive him from our streets.


'Tis on us the work depends,
On the young and rising race;
And we'll try to make amends
For our country's deep disgrace.


Here we pledge ourselves anew,
Not to touch the drunkard's drink;
Proving faithful, proving true,
We will make the demon shrink.