Song of 1857 |
Written by Utah Mormon rebels, 1857
When Uncle Sam, he first set out His army to destroy us, Says he, The Mormons we will rout, They shall no longer annoy us. The force he sent was competent To try and hang for treason; That is, I mean, it would have been, But don't you know the reason? Chorus: There's great commotion in the East, About the Mormon question; The problem is, to say the least, Too much for their digestion.
2. As they were going up the Platte
3. When they got within two hundred miles, |
4. Then they returned with awful tales, Saying the Mormons beat the devil: They ride uphill and over rocks As fast as on the level. And if perchance you shoot one down And surely think he's dead, sir, The first you know he's on his horse And pushing on ahead, sir. Chorus:
5. Then on Ham's Fork they camped awhile,
6. Now Uncle Sam, take my advice: |