Begone Vile Rum

John Pierpont

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Begone, vile rum, I prithee begone from me,
Begone, vile rum, thou and I shall never agree,
Long time hast thou destroyed my home
And fain thou would'st me kill,
But I tell thee, murderous demon, Rum,
Thou never shalt have thy will.

Too much wine will make a young man run mad,
And too much gin, an old man ugly and sad.
The pledge is signed, my wife shall sing
And happily pass the day,
Cold water, we find, is the very thing
To banish grief away.

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