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Show A Italy HanTUNE SOLOMON LEVIITTjJJjljJJ JIJ J JJNJ J IJJJJIJJJJI am & Utah man sir and I Uut &• cross the grttn. Our gang it is the jolU est that JJ J1 J JJ Jl J J J ji J Jyou haue euer seen. We drink our stein of l&qer and we smokeoui* big ciOut yells J J»MrJ.N-j.rirJJJJ J J J 1 J Jyou hear them rmg-in^ oer the rrtoun-T dins near and far. Who aw I sir? a. V-t«iVi "wem ayr> I. A% j j .r j s \U-tah mem sir dtid will be'till I die, Ki yi were up, th« stuj), we nevev bluJJ WeVeJ J J J I J J Ji, \s JJ1. a? JX-Bgawc for any fu«s, No other cjaiicj oj college men dare inert us in aw 093. So Its J J1 J .n i J3 Jl J J1 J J jyour |ung}<vnd sine it out, A>id shout it to the sky, We '« fig Vlt for- dedT old ct ith son J or- a.--------------------j------1 ----------- 1 J J" J J U tdb thati am IAnd as we prom the avenue, all lined up in a row, We may not live forever on this jolly good old sphere,And arm in arm and step in time, as down the street we go, But while we do we'll live a life of merriment and cheer;No matter if a Freshman green, or in a Senior's gown, And when our college days are o'er, and death is drawing nigh,The people all admit we are the swellest gang in town. With bated breath, we will sing the song, "A Utah Man Am I."158 |
