Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


Come all ye friends, and citizens,
      Where-ever you may be,
Come listen to a few kind words
      A friend will say to thee,
Although going to speak to you
      I mean you all no harm,
Tho' I wish you'd join the army
      Of the temperance reform.

Come join the glorious army
      Of the temperance reform,
And every man that joins the ranks,
      Will find it is no harm,
To wear Red Ribbon on his breast,
      To show to this rare world,
There is one that joined the army
      And his colors has unfurled.

Come all men in our nation,
      Come join this happy band,
And make your homes an eden,
      Throughout our happy land.
Your homes will then be happy,
      Your friends will all be kind;
And in the domestic circle
      True happiness will find.

Ah, from this temperance army,
      Your feet shall never stray.
Your mind will then be balmy
      If you keep the shining way.
Your paths are strewn with flowers,
      And your homes are rosy light,
And God will watch the hours,
      For He's ever on the right.

Come all ye merry happy lads,
      And listen to my rhyme.
Don't be afraid to join the pledge
      And let be the cursed wine.
Ah, lay the flowing bowl aside,
      And pass saloons if you can,
And let the people see that you
      Can be a sober man.

Go join the temperance army,
      And battle for the right,
And fight against the enemy
      With all your main and might.
For it is a glorious army
      This temperance reform,
And the badge Red Ribbon
      Will do you all no harm.

Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore ,
ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).
Note: In the last line of the fourth stanza, I have corrected "He-s" to "He's".

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