Brigham, Brigham Young (Anonymous)

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Lyrics: Anonymous.
Tune: Traditional.


Old Brigham Young was a Mormon bold,
And a leader of the roaring rams,
And a shepherd of a heap of pretty little sheep,
And a nice fold of pretty little lambs.
And he lived with five and forty wives
In the city of Great Salt Lake,
Where they woo and they coo as pretty doves do
And cackle like ducks to a drake.

Brigham, Brigham Young,
’Tis a miracle he survives,
With his roaring rams, his pretty little lambs,
And five and forty wives.

Number forty-five was about sixteen,
Number one was sixty-three,
And among such a riot how he ever keeps ’em quiet
Is a right-down mystery to me
For they clatter and they claw, and they jaw, jaw, jaw.
Each one has a different desire.
It would aid the renown of the best shop in town
To supply them with half what they require.

Brigham, Brigham Young,
’Tis a miracle he survives,
With his roaring rams, his pretty little lambs,
And five and forty wives.

Old Brigham Young was a stout man once,
But now he is thin and old.
And I love to state, there’s no hair on his pate,
Which once had a covering of gold
For his youngest wives won’t have white wool
And his old ones won’t take red,
So in tearing it all out they have taken turn about
’Til they’ve pulled all the wool from his head.

Brigham, Brigham Young,
’Tis a miracle he survives,
With his roaring rams, his pretty little lambs,
And five and forty wives.

Now, his boys sing songs all day,
And his girls, they all sing psalms.
And among such a crowd, he has it pretty loud
For they’re as musical as Chinese gongs.
And when they advance for a Mormon dance,
He is filled with great surprise
For they’re sure to end the night with a tabernacle fight
And scratch out one another’s eyes.

Brigham, Brigham Young,
’Tis a miracle he survives,
With his roaring rams, his pretty little lambs,
And five and forty wives.

There never was a home like Brigham Young’s,
So curious and so queer,
For if his joys are double, he has a lot of trouble
For it gains on him year by year.
He sits in his state and bears his fate
In a satisfied sort of way.
He has one wife to bury and one wife to marry
And a new kid born every day.

Brigham, Brigham Young,
’Tis a miracle he survives,
With his roaring rams, his pretty little lambs,
And five and forty wives.

Now, if anybody envies Brigham Young,
Let them go to Great Salt Lake,
And if they have the leisure to examine at their pleasure,
They will find it’s a great mistake.
One wife at a time, so says my rhyme,
Is enough for the proudest don,
So e’er you strive to live lord of forty-five,
Live happy if you can with one.

Brigham, Brigham Young,
’Tis a miracle he survives,
With his roaring rams, his pretty little lambs,
And five and forty wives.


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