O, no, I'll never drink again,
The cup I'll never take;
My lips are now forbid to taste
E'en for old friendship's sake.
From shop to shop they beckon me,
To banish my regret,
And Brandy freely offer me--
They think that I'll forget.
With shame I blush to view the scene,
That I so oft did see;
As with the tipler I have been--
They'll find a change in me.
'Tis time that I had drunk my last,
My cheeks with tears are wet,
To think of follies of the past,
O, how can I forget.
They tell me I'm unhappy now,
They'd wish to make me gay;
And hint that I'll forget my vow--
I heed not what they say.
Through life I now will press my course,
Until my sun is set,
And bless the hour I took the pledge,
Oh! how can I forget.
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