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1 Friends of Temperance, quick to arms,
We must struggle for the right;
And our noble cause with vigor we'll defend,
See the foe is gaining ground.
We must meet him in the fight,
And be faithful and courageous to the end.
Chorus:
Marching onward, ever onward,
Sounding still the battle cry;
Soon the tyrant shall be slave,
To our army bold and brave!
We shall gain a glorious victory by and by.
2 Like the fatal wind that sweeps
O'er the deserts burning plain;
Is the deep and deadly poison of his breath,
While the aged and the young;
He is binding with a chain,
That will lead them on by thousands down to death.
3 Throw our banner to the breeze,
Let the wings that claim redress,
Be our signal and our watchword as we go;
Like the veterans of the past,
We will never, never rest.
Till our weapons deal destruction to the foe.
4 Friends of Temperance, quick to arms,
We must struggle for the right;
And our noble cause with vigor we'll defend;
See the foe is gaining ground,
We must meet him in the fight--
And be faithful and courageous to the end.
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