Sally Am Jam
Stood on their watchtower in search of the lowly
“Don’t drink that son or you’ll surely go blind”
Exemption? Redemption? they sure bring it slowly
And often their words of support are unkind
If we pooled our resources, we could sure do it better?
But they are much purer and it has to be seen
Polish their brass, follow temperance to the letter
Do good when in uniform so to tell us they are clean