[Elsie]

Up at seven for the roll call.
Just a Mormon in ol’ Montreal,
Facing fourteen doors and porches,
That summer sun really scorches.
Shift is over: Hello alcohol.

[Utah Binger]

Kind friends as here I stand to sing
So very queer I feel
That now I’ve made my bow I fear
I don’t look quite genteel
But never mind for I’m a boy
Who’s always full of joy
A rough and ready sort of chap
An honest Mormon Boy!

A Mormon Boy, A Mormon Boy
I am a Mormon Boy
I might be envied by a king
For I am a Mormon Boy!

A slow Friday though. Pun intended