The Washingtonian Call

John Pierpont

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Come join the Washingtonians,
Ye young men bold and strong,
And with a proud and cheerful zeal,
Come, help the cause along.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when young men drink no more,
When young men drink no more, on all our happy shore;
'T is then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When young men drink no more.


Come join the Washingtonians,
Ye men of riper years,
And save your wives and children dear
From want, and bitter tears.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when strong men drink no more,
When strong men drink no more on all our happy shore;
'T is then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When strong men drink no more.


Come join the Washingtonians,
Ye men of hoary heads,
And end your days where temperance
Its peaceful influence sheds.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when old men drink no more,
When old men drink no more, as they have done before;
'T is then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When old men drink no more.


Come join the Washingtonians,
Ye dames and maidens fair,
And breathe around us in our path,
Affection's hallowed air.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when woman cheers us on,
When woman cheers us on, to conquests not yet won;
'T is then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When woman cheers us on.


Come join the Washingtonians,
Ye who distill, and sell
The poison, that destroys the health,
And brings the fatal spell.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful when the STILL is worked no more,
When the STILL is worked no more, on all our happy shore
'T is then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When the STILL is worked no more.


Come join the Washingtonians,
Ye sons and daughters all,
Of this our own America,
Come at the friendly call.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful, when all shall proudly say,--
When all shall proudly say, "Away the bowl, away."
'T is then we'll sing and offerings bring,
When all shall own our sway.

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