<h2><SPAN name="THE_WHITE_RIBBON_ARMY" id="THE_WHITE_RIBBON_ARMY">THE WHITE RIBBON ARMY</SPAN></h2>
<p class="title">(Air: King Bibbler's Army.)<br/>
FOR M. B. T.</p>
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<span class="i0">In the years, years ago, when the true-hearted women,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Started forth on their errand of prayer,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Many said, "'Tis the cry of the Home for protection";<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Many said, "'Tis delusion and snare."<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Some said, softly, "God bless you"; some murmured, "Mistaken";<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Some the swift shafts of calumny hurled;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But they went bravely forward, a praying procession,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Marching out, out, out in the world.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i18"><i>Chorus</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i6">Hark! hark! a trembling chorus:<br/></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br/></span>
<span class="i6">We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us;<br/></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And now to save our young men the White-Ribbon Army<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Marches on, on, on round the world.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">At the head of the host came the silver-haired mothers,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Arm in arm with the daughters so fair;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While the wives for their husbands, the girls for their brothers,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Raise their voices to heaven in prayer.<br/></span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i0">As their pleadings prevail, and "the worst foe" surrenders,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The white banner of peace is unfurled;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And we now may behold them, a joyful procession,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Marching on, on, on round the world.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i18"><i>Chorus</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i6">Hark! hark! a swelling chorus:<br/></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br/></span>
<span class="i6">We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us;<br/></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And oh to save our country the White-Ribbon Army<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Marches on, on, on round the world.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">They have entered the gates of the Empire Celestial,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">They have compassed the Isles of the Sea,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And they carry glad tidings of good to all people,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">From the land of the brave and the free.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">On the peeress of England, on Afric's dark daughter,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Is the white-ribbon emblem now twirled;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the army moves onward, a dauntless procession,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Marching on, on, on round the world.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i18"><i>Chorus</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i6">Hark! hark! a ringing chorus:<br/></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br/></span>
<span class="i6">We cannot have Rum ruling o'er us;<br/></span>
<span class="i10">No, no, no, no;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And lo! to save all nations the White-Ribbon Army<br/></span>
<span class="i6">Marches on, on, on round the world.<br/></span></div>
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<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span></p>
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