The Saloon Must Go There's a plague upon our well belov-ed land Tis a curse of direst misery and woe And it's mighty blast is felt on every hand It is time for the saloon to go It has robb-ed man of virtue and of health It has robb-ed them of soul has well his purse It has robb-ed those in poverty and wealth It is time for us to stop this curse It is bringing wives and mothers to disgrace It's afflicting children from their very birth It is making noble manhood low and base It is time for us to stop this curse him It is filling jails with criminals and bums And asylums with a motley pauper band It is crowding overfull the city slums It is time that it should have an end Chorus: We stand for prohibition, the utter abolition Of all this curse of misery and woe Complete extermination, entire annihilation The saloon must go