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While we dislike religious tests,
The story's getting common, That our Erastus Brooks himself
Is secretly a Mormon ! That he's one hundred wives at least,
Kept in seclusion quiet, That Brigham Young pronounced the banns,
If false, let Brook's deny it.
Chorus;—*With a little more lying, too, &c. |
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POOR OLD BUCK. Air.— Uncle Ned.
There is an old donkey, a worn out old jack,
Too old to live very long, He has no bone in the middle of his back,
Where his bones ought to grow very strong,
Chorus.-*?-Then let down the bars very low, And drive out the poor old Joe;
There's no more work for poor old Buck, Let him go wdiere the old nags go.
His legs are long when he trots after votes, But he has no eyes for to see ;
And his teeth are wrorn out eating public oats, So he'll have to let the public oats be.
Chorus.—Then let down the bars very low, &c.
He always pulls wrong, with a very hard jerk, Which gives to the driver much trouble;
He's not at all fit for our kind of work For he's never yet learned to go double.
Chorus.—Then let down the bars very low, &c.
What's the use of a nag with so many bad ways,
So stubborn, so old and so slow ? The best we can do is to turn him out to grass.
In the fields where the short grasses grow.
Chorus.-—Then let down the bars very low, &c. |
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