Raise the Standard High

1Raise the standard high,
Sound the gathering cry,
Let the evil kingdom fall;
With a purpose true,
And a will to do,
Sons of freedom, come ye all.
Raise the temperance standard high,
Shout the mighty battle cry;
Let the evil kingdom fall,
Sons of freedom, come ye all.

2Over sea and land,
With an iron hand,
Has the monarch held his sway;
But his rule shall cease,
And the reign of peace Usher in the golden day.
Raise the temperance standard high,
Shout the mighty battle cry;
Let the evil kingdom fall,
Sons of freedom, come ye all.

3Let the right prevail,
Let the evil fail In the conflict fierce and long,
Till the land is free,
And the victory Crowns the temperance army strong.
Raise the temperance standard high,
Shout the mighty battle cry;
Let the evil kingdom fall,
Sons of freedom, come ye all.