Two Ballots

Two Ballots
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Along in November, when chill was the weather,
Two ballots were chatbox torether
Two ballots were call together
They nestled up close like brother to
You couldn’t tell one from the other brother:

Chorus:
They were both rum votes, and sanctioned the li cense plan;
But one was coat by a jolly old brewer, and one by a Sunday school man

The Sunday school man, no man could have been truer
He was husy all summer denouncing the brewer
All summer denouncing the brewer
But his fervor cooled off with weather, a change in the
And along in the autumn they voted together
In autumn they voted together

The Sunday school man had always been noted
For fighting saloons except when he voted-for temperance
Except when he voted,
He’d pile up his prayers with a holy perfection,
But knock then all down on the day of election
Knock them all down at election
Chorus,