From north and south, from east and west...

From north and south, from east and west

They come with banners gay;

Hope lights each eye and fills each breast,

And all are friends to-day.

The fairest of the sister band —

With greeting most sincere,—

Magog extends an eager hand,

And bids you welcome here!

Hail, brothers in a noble cause,

‘ Tis well we thus should meet:

For every meeting closer draws

The bonds of union sweet.

And we who battle for the right,

And breathe the solemn vow

To win or perish in the fight,

Should be united now.

Up, brothers, up! to arms! to arms!

The sword must needs be drawn:

These are indeed no vain alarms,

The foe is marching on!

And shall he blight our happy land

With his polluting breath?

And scatter woe on every hand,

And infamy and death?

By yonder mountain and by lake

Which their approval show,—

For each beloved Township's sake,

We boldly answer — No!

Then let our banners be unfurled,

‘ Mid scorn or‘ mid applause;

We dare proclaim to all the world

We love the temperance cause!