I saw a Christian, a temperance man, br Casting his ballot one day at the polls: br One who believes he does what he can br Toward the reclaiming and saving of souls. br And may be he does-may be he does! br I don't say he doesn't, but may be he does! br br br I saw his candidate sipping his beer, br Wiping his moustache and lapping his jaws; br And I said to myself, 'It's decidedly queer, br If this is the man that should help make our laws.' br But may be he is-may be he is! br I won't say it outright, but may be he is! br br br I saw an old drunkard fall in the street: br I saw my Christian man mournfully pass, br And mournfully say to the sot at his feet: br 'I have done what I could for such wrecks, but, alas!' br Well, may be he had-may be he had! br I don't say he hadn't, but may be he had! br br br I know a party that's forming to-day, br Made out of men that are loyal and brave: br They will sweep liquor taxes and tariffs away, br For they never will vote for a drinking old knave.