1. Kind friends, as here I stand to sing,So very queer I feel,That now I’ve made my bow, I fearI don’t look quite genteel;But, never mind, for I’m a boyThat’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.
2. I’m proud to know that I was bornAmong these mountains high,Where I’ve been taught to love the truth,And scorn to tell a lie;Yet I’ll confess that I am wild,And often do annoyMy dearest friends, but that’s a faultOf many a “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.
3. My father is a “Mormon” true,And when I am a man,I want to be like him, and doJust all the good I can.My faults I’ll try to overcome,And while I life enjoy,With pride I’ll lift my head, and say,I am a “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.