1 Woe to the gamblers!
The leeches of passion and greed!
Dread parasites they, who work not, nor pray,
On other men's toil they do feed;
A dishonest store lies a curse at their door,
The vultures of passion and greed!

Refrain:
Woe, woe, woe! How fast to the judgment they go!
No God and no hope, in darkness they grope,
By passion and greed, by habit and need
Bound hard unto sin, and no Saviour within,
To judgment, dead judgment they go.

2 Woe to the gamblers!
The soul-snaring demons of night!
And many's the lad now gone to the bad,
That might have been happy and right;
They've led them to sin, to be useless and mean,
Those mother's own darlings so bright. [Refrain]

3 Woe to the gamblers!
The drunkards and wife-beaters, too!
Adulterers vile with their demon-born smile!
Oppressors, woe, woe unto you!
The worlding so gay who lives only to play,
The covetous miser and shrew! [Refrain]