Believe me, Father Mathew, you are wrong!

It would indeed be useless labour,

With such a pledge as those you boast,

To try and pledge one's neighbour,

In a flat toast-and-water toast.

Who could with spirits light advance,

To join the dance,

When with teetotalism clogged,

His heels are water-logged?

They who conform to your teetotal wishes,