TO MAKE NEW ZEALAND DRY.

White Ribbon, Volume 33, Issue 399, 18 October 1928, Page 13

TO MAKE NEW ZEALAND DRY.

Tune: “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” We will hang John Barleycorn on a tail poplar tree, With all his evil spirits, whatever they may be. Wine, beer, and whisky we will sweep into the sea, To make New r Zealand dry. Chorus. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glor> r , glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, We will make New' Zealand dry We are coming, old John Barleycorn, 300,000 strong; We are out to fight for right, and to end the age-long wrong; Wo are coming in our youth, don’t you hear us march along, To make New Zealand dry. Chorus—Glory, etc. Oh, think of all the darkened homes and all the ruined lives Of little children robbed of love, and brokenhe-arted wives. Who are often cold and hungry, and often sadly cry: O would that New Zealand were dry. Chorus —Glory, etc. From Auckland’s sunny mountains to i Southland’s fertile plain Wo’re out upon this great crusade, and never will refrain, Till all our far-flung Empire shall hear the glorious cry. New Zealand has gone dry. i Chorus. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah. New Zealand has gone Dry.