We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band.
On the right side of temperance we now take our stand.
We don't us tobacco because we do think
That a man using tobacco is likely to drink.
We never eat fruit cake because it has rum, and one little bite turns a man into bum.
Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight? Than a man eating fruit cake until he is tight!
Haul away, haul away, with Rum, by gum. With Rum, by gum. With Rum by gum.
Haul away, haul away with Rum by gum. The song of the Salvation Arrrrrrmy!
Oh, the heck with it... I'm having a glass of rum!
(Note: "Heck" is the place where bad people go who don't believe in "Gosh.")
Stitchawl