  (Air: King Bibbler's Army.) In the years, years ago, when the true-hearted women, Started forth on their errand of prayer, Many said, "'Tis the cry of the Home for protection"; Many said, "'Tis delusion and snare." Some said, softly, "God bless you"; some murmured, "Mistaken"; Some the swift shafts of calumny hurled; But they went bravely forward, a praying procession, Marching out, out, out in the world. Chorus Hark! hark! a trembling chorus: No, no, no, no; We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us; No, no, no, no; And now to save our young men the White-Ribbon Army Marches on, on, on round the world. At the head of the host came the silver-haired mothers, Arm in arm with the daughters so fair; While the wives for their husbands, the girls for their brothers, Raise their voices to heaven in prayer. The white banner of peace is unfurled; And we now may behold them, a joyful procession, Marching on, on, on round the world. Chorus Hark! hark! a swelling chorus: No, no, no, no; We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us; No, no, no, no; And oh to save our country the White-Ribbon Army Marches on, on, on round the world. They have entered the gates of the Empire Celestial, They have compassed the Isles of the Sea, And they carry glad tidings of good to all people, From the land of the brave and the free. On the peeress of England, on Afric's dark daughter, Is the white-ribbon emblem now twirled; And the army moves onward, a dauntless procession, Marching on, on, on round the world. Chorus Hark! hark! a ringing chorus: No, no, no, no; We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us; No, no, no, no; And lo! to save all nations the White-Ribbon Army Marches on, on, on round the world. |
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