1 Lift high, the temp'rance banner,
Ay, proudly let is wave,
To save the poor inebriate
From a degraded grave;
Then, children, at your station
To quell the raging storm,
Let hearts and hands united,
Strive for a glad reform.

2 Come join the noble army,
Enlist now for the fight,
Maintain our nation's honor,
Firm stand ye for the right;
Promote the cause of temperance,
To assist poor fallen man;
Put on the glorious armour;
Be foremost in the van.

3 Then rally round the standard,
And let the work go on,
Until the last dim vestage
Of intemperance is gone;
Be earnest in the battle,
Your weapons boldly wield,
You'll surely gain the victory,
And make the monster yield.