Nova Scotian temperance? I trust that is temperance in the truly temperate mode, what a public health campaign in England a few years ago called "maintaining a sensible alcohol level", and not that extremist teetotalitarian thing that is sometimes grotesquely described as "temperance".

Right, here's that last verse:

And when the inn has closed I will weave my way back home,
Full of the joys of spring and singing loudly out of tune
And if you should see me standing behind some old tree trunk
I'm simply letting steam off, 'cos I'm rolling drunk.

Rolling drunk, we will get rolling drunk.
We will get rolling, rolling, we will get rolling drunk.

I think if you act out the verses with the proper spirit (anything around 40 proof upwards), you will find an appropriate sort of tune in the Trunch Tradition will emerge.