1. 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 That’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 born Among 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 annoy My dearest friends, but that’s a fault Of 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 do Just 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.