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Show A NEW BRIG ON THE BRINY By T. G. The face of Brigham Young is being placed on the silver service of the battleship "Utah." Daily Paper. Now it is Elder Uncle Sam, Henceforward he will never fight; No more the lion, but the ram, His battleships will proselite. Put up Old Glory? Who would dare? Let Nauvoo's banner be far-flung. If "My son Hyrum" can't be there, Put on the phiz of Brigham Young. Where once a sailor had a wife In every port; a dozen now, , Will claim a twelfth of him for life; For when they see the "Utah's" prow, They'll tell the kids their Pa has came And have the bells of welcome rung; Then greeting him with loud acclaim Will thank their stars for Brigham Young. In countries of the Orient, Where Omar and where Haflz sang, Or in Japan (if they are sent) The village dames may get a pang Of disappointment, having heard Of Utah and its praises sung; Should someone send the awful word "Don't leave the boat with Brigham Young." Imagine being on the ship At mess, and lifting up the lid, And from the dish in accents flip Hear, "Have you paid your tithing, kid?" Or delving in a bowl of soup To get a foreign substance: "Stung!" To find therein a hirsute loop From off the chin of Brigham Young. The best example Uncle Sam Could place before his heroes bold; His lions now must go and lamb And bring their conquests to the fold Put up Old Glory? Who would dare? Let Nauvoo's banner be far flung If "My son Hyrum" can't be there, Put on the phiz of Brigham Young. |