And storms are sudden when men drink deep,
And the pot-house bar is groaning.
Three bodies lie out on the shining sands
Of the pot-house floor in the morning light,
And the women are weeping, and wringing their hands,
For there’s murder done in a drunken fight.
For men must drink, and women must weep;
Oh! would that the Temperance pledge they’d keep,
Bid adieu to the bar and its groaning.
Hyde Parker, 1886.