‘Drink! Drink!’ they cried, ‘this foaming beer;
’Twill make you strong and give you cheer.
Let preachers groan and prate of sin,
But give to us the flowing gin!’
Then Tim knelt down beside his chair,
And offered up this little prayer:
‘Help me, dear Lord,’ the child began,
As down his cheeks the big tears ran,
‘To keep the pledge I gave to you,
And make me strong, and good, and true.