All the
politicians tell us and of course
they ought to know,
That the cause of Prohibition has-ent
got the slightest show,
We can never win the battle even if
our cause be right
And that no one but a crank would
think of keeping up the fight.
CHORUS.
To be real frank, I'd rather be a
crank,
And stand right square on the
Prohibition plank,
Than to be in the rank of the
blankety, blank, blank,
Who votes the self-same ticket as
the montebank.
We are very visionary, and
impractical they say,
Since we can not see as they see,
and accept a better way,
We would cease our agitation, and
accept what we could get,
If we were not, as they say we are,
a foolish, cranky set.
CHORUS.
If
we only had a grain of sense and
took them at their word,
We would not become a
laughing-stock, and make ourselves
absurd,
We would whoop it up for tariff, or
for silver, or for gold,
Or for anything but temperance, --
at least, so we are told.
CHORUS.
Well,
perhaps they may be right -- and
then, again -- they may be wrong,
And perhaps we are a set of cranks
this conflict to prolong,
But until this mighty question has
been settled in the right,
We propose to still continue cranks,
and carry on the fight.
CHORUS. |
