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American Ballads and Folk Songs
There was good old times in Salt Lake *
That never can pass by,
It was there I first spied
My China girl called Wi,
She could smile, she could chuckle,
She could roll her hog eyej
Then it's whack the cattle on, boys—
Root hog or die.
Oh, I'm going home * Bull-whacking for to spurn, I ain't got a nickel, And I don't give a durn. 'Tis when I meet a pretty girl, You bet I will or try, I'll make her my little wife— Root hog or die.
Now Brigham Young is a Mormon bold,
And a leader of the roaring rams,
And shepherd of a lot of fine tub sheep
And a lot of pretty little lambs.
Oh, he lives with his five and forty wives,
In the city of the Great Salt Lake,
Where they breed and swarm like hens on a farm
And cackle like ducks to a drake.
♦Necessarily emended. fFrom Cowboy Songs.