The Father's Reformation
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John Pierpont
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Father spare that cup,
Thy daughter's feelings spare
It stirs thy passions up,
And fills me with despair.
Husband! spare that glass,
It breaks my heart with pain;
Sad are the hours that pass,
If thou away remain.
Stay with thy children dear,
Drink no more at the place,
Where thou wilt as I fear,
Fall into deep disgrace.
Oh! sign the Temperance pledge,
Then shall we happy be;
It shall thee safely hedge
From every enemy.
Daughter! no more the cup,
Shall I in madness drain;
Burning my vitals up,
No! I'll from hence refrain.
Wife! let thy tears be dry,
I now at home shall stay;
Vain shall the tempter try,
Me to entice away.
I've signed the Temperance pledge,
True Washingtonian am;
No more the wine I'll quaff,
Ne'er take another dram.
Now shall we happy be,
United all in love;
For thou forgivest me,
And so does God above.
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