If

If wine was banished from the earth,
How much of sorrow would be slain!
How much of misery and pain,
If wine was nowhere on the earth!


If rum was driven from the land,
How many tears would be unshed!
What bitter words would be unsaid,
If rum was nowhere in the land!


If in this weary world of ours
Foul whiskey drinks were not distilled,
How many graves would be unfilled
In this strange, weary world of ours?


If ale was nowhere to be found,
How much of sin would never be!
How much of woe and misery,
If ale was nowhere to be found!


Were all the liquor rivers dried,
This earth would be an Eden land,
With peace and joy on every hand,
Were all the liquor rivers dried.


O Heaven! speed the blessèd day,
And send a mighty, scorching drouth,
And dry these streams from north to south.
O Heaven! speed the blessèd day!