Lyrics:

Away, away with rum, by gum
Rum, by gum, rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
The song of the Temperance Union

We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand
We don't use tobacco because we do think
That the people who use it are likely to drink

Away, away with rum, by gum
Rum, by gum, rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
The song of the Temperance Union

We never eat cookies because they hav? yeast
And one little bit? turns a man to a beast
Can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Of a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face?

Away, away with rum, by gum
Rum, by gum, rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
The song of the Temperance Union

Brother, we never eat fruitcake because it has rum
And one little bite turns a man to a bum
Can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating fruitcake until he gets tight?

He gets tight (He gets tight)
Man eating fruitcake, fa-la-la-la, la-la
(Man eating fruitcake) A man eating fruitcake
(Ooh, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, fruitcake)
(Fruitcake) A fruitcake that's tight
(Fruitcake) A fruitcake that's tight
A fruitcake that's tight
We wish you a merry fruitcake

We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand
We don't use tobacco because we do think
That the people who use it are likely to drink

Away, away with rum, by gum
With rum, by gum, with rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
The song of the Temperance Union