1 There is a class of men today
Who enter church to sing and pray,
They pray, O Lord Thy Kingdom come,
And then go out and vote for rum.

Chorus:
Yes, vote for rum, for poison rum,
And still they pray Thy Kingdom come.
They ever sing and shout and pray
But cast their vote some other way,
How can they pray Thy Kingdom come
And then go out and vote for rum.

2 With temperance ballots in their hand,
They say this cause is glorious, grand,
They hope Christ’s Kingdom now may come,
And then sneak out and vote for rum. [Chorus]

3 Where will those saints at last appear,
Who favor rum, gin, ale and beer,
Will the just Judge say to them “come”
Ye blessed ones who vote for rum? [Chorus]

4 The man who votes for license says
I’m a temperance man, but they it pays
To have a revenue from rum
To help reduce our taxes down.

Second Chorus:
So he votes for rum, for poison rum,
And still he prays, “Thy Kingdom come”
He ever sings and shouts and prays,
But casts his vote for license fees,
How can he pray “Thy Kingdom come,”
And then go out and vote for rum?