[Verse 1]
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Brigham Young was a Mormon bold,
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And the leader of the roaring ram,
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And the shepherd of the flock of fine tub sheep
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And a passel of pretty little lambs;
[Verse 2]
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And he lived with his five and forty wives
In the city of the Great Salt Lake,
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Where they breed and swarm like hens on a farm
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And cackle like ducks to a drake.
[Chorus]
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Brigham, Brigham Young,
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It's a miracle he survives,
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With his roaring rams, and his pretty little lambs
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And his five and forty wives.
[Verse 3]
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Number forty-five's about sixteen,
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Number one is sixty and three,
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And among such a riot how he ever keeps 'em quiet
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Is a downright mystery ' to me,
[Verse 4]
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For they cackle and claw and they jaw, jaw, jaw,
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Each one has a different desire,
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It would aid the renown of the best shop in town
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To supply them with half they require.
[Chorus]
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Brigham, Brigham Young,
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It's a miracle he survives,
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With his roaring rams, and his pretty little lambs
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And his five and forty wives.
[Verse 5]
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Brigham Young was a stout man once,
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But now he is thin and old,
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And I'm sorry to relate, there's no hair upon his pate,
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Where he once wore a covering of gold.
[Verse 6]
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For his oldest wife won't wear white wool,
The young ones won't take red,
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And in tearing it out and taking turn about,
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They have torn all the wool from his head.
[Chorus]
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Brigham, Brigham Young,
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It's a miracle he survives,
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With his roaring rams, and his pretty little lambs
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And his five and forty wives.
[Verse 7]
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Now his youngest wives sing psalms all day,
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The old ones all sing songs,
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And among such a crowd he had it pretty loud,
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They're as noisy as Chinese gongs.
[Verse 8]
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When they advance for a Mormon dance,
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He is filled with the direst alarms,
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For they're sure to spend the night in a tabernacle fight
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To see who has the fairest charms.
[Chorus]
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Brigham, Brigham Young,
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It's a miracle he survives,
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With his roaring rams, and his pretty little lambs
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And his five and forty wives.
[Verse 9]
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Well, there never was a house like Brigham Young's,
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So curious and so queer,
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For his wives were double and he had a lot of trouble,
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And it gained on him year by year.
[Verse 10]
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Now he sits in his state and bears his fate
In a sanctified sort of way;
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He has one wife to bury and one wife to marry
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And a new kid born every day.
[Chorus]
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Brigham, Brigham Young,
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It's a miracle he survives,
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With his roaring rams, and his pretty little lambs
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And his five and forty wives.