Is it in the dominions of Brigham Young
The most married man that is left unhung,
Where every man that likes can go
And get forty wives or more you know,
Where “saints” are plenty with “cheeks” sublime,
Can that be the gay and festive clime?—
Not there, not there, my child!
Is it where Nevada’s mountains rise
From the Alkali plains which we all despise,
Where a man may beg, or borrow, or steal,