Cold water, pure, sparkling, and bright,

Cold water forever for me;

Cold water you, too, must drink to-night,

Who have come to our apple spree.

For nothing else you will get to drink,

Of that most sure you may be;

No wine, no brandy will we allow

At our red-apple spree.

No cider, no rum, no lager bier,

Or any such stuff will you see;

But pure cold water, fresh from the pump,

We will have at our apple spree.

Drink as much as you will, good friends and true,

For nothing it costs, you see,

And in these hard times it is best to have

An economical spree.

So a spree we will have, and a jolly one too,

And none the worse shall we be

To-morrow, for having joined to-night

In a real red-apple spree.

Ruth.