Learn Orig Lyrics To The Tune Utah "Borrowed" For Fight Song

Can you imagine if BYU fans sang the original lyrics to Utah's fight song and even did a little jig in the stands during BYU Utah games? I think that we should all learn it.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBjFBpkC0_s





"The first head couple separate around the outside track,

You keep on going 'round the set and pass her coming back,

You pass right by your partner, salute your corners all."

Couple No. 1 separate. The lady goes to the right, the gent to the left, all the way around outside of the set and back to starting positions. All dancers salute their corners.



"Now face about and swing your own and promenade the hall."

All swing partners and promenade.

This figure is repeated, with the second, third, and fourth couples dancing the figure, then couples 1 and 3 together, then couples 2 and 4 together, finally all four couples together.

It would be funny.



Yet, Oklahoma stole their fight song from Yale and let's not forget that the Star Spangle Banner was an old drinking song. Plagurism happens. If the song was still under copyright and taken without permission, then that would be fitting with their pirate image.

I doubt that it is/was under any copyright laws. I just would love the idea of BYU fans singing the square dancing lyrics over the Ute fans trying to sing Utah Man.

Here are some lyrics I found online--you're just listening to the square dance caller calling over the music:



Old Solomon Levi



My name is Solomon Levi

At my store in Chatham street

There's where you'll find your coats and vests

And ev'rything else that's neat



I've second-handed Ulsterettes,

And ev'rything that's fine

For all the boys they trade with me

At one hundred and forty-nine.



Oh, Mister Levi, Levi, tra, la, la, la;

Poor Sheeny Levi, Tra, la, la, la, la.

La, la, la. La, la, la.



My name is Solomon Levi

At my store in Chatham street

There's where you'll find your coats and vests,

And ev'rything else that's neat



I've second-handed Ulsterettes,

And ev'rything that's fine

For all the boys they trade with me,

At one hundred and forty-nine.



But when a bummer comes inside

My store in Chatham street

And tries to hang me up for coat

And vest and pants complete



I kicks that bummer out of my store

And on him sets my pup

For I won't sell clothes to any man

That tries to hang me up



Original version (dates from 1890):



Oh, my name is Solomon Levi

I am a velly good man

I'll sell you a suit of klo-zes,

So sheep as ever I can.



My wife's name is Rachel,

She's nothing but a sham,

And every time she gets a chance

She slugs me if she can.



So help me jimminey moses

To sell you a suit of klo-zes;

I live way up on Market Street

Number One hundred Twenty-nine.



And it's kal-uh-ma, kal-uh-ma cinda,

I will meet you at the kavinda,

Kal-uh-ma cinda cinda cinda,

A-hosta, ka-zista, ka-zay!



Spoken: There was a loafer came in the store one day, and said, "Solomon, have you any nice cutaway suits?" I said, "Yes," and he tried on the coat. Just then he cut out of the back door, and I hollered to my son John, "John, get the gun and shoot him in the leg so you don't spoil the coat." Just then my wife Rachel appeared at the window singing, "Oh,



It's kal-uh-ma, kal-uh-ma cinda,

I will meet you at the kavinda,

Kal-uh-ma cinda cinda cinda

A-hosta, ka-zista, ka-zay!



Pork Beans and Hard Tack

Regimental March of the Royal Winnipeg Rifles

(Written by Major Lawrence Buchan)



When we embarked at Winnipeg, as chirpy as could be,

We thought we were out for a bit of a lark, about a two weeks spree,

But when we got to Fort Qu’Appelle we found it different then,

Our tents in a row, we pitched in the snow, just like the real soldier men.



Chorus:

Pork, beans, hard tack tra, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia,

Poor hungry soldiers, tra, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia. Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia,

With blistered feet and aching bones we march along all day,

And go on piquet all the night, to keep the rebs away;

But when we meet the enemy we do not think of rest,

For whether we march or fight, my boys, we do our level best.



We trudged along the winding trail, for many a weary day,

With thunder, lightning, hail and rain to cheer us on the way;

We fought the rebels at Fish Creek and drove them out of sight,

While many of our good men and true fell battling for the right.



Chorus: Pork, beans, etc.



We caught the rebels once again right in their own Batoche,

We burst them up and shot them down, we scooped them in (all) By Gosh!

And when no more of them were left, around for us to shoot,

We plundered all their household goods, and carried off our loot.



Chorus: Pork, beans, etc.



At Prince Albert then the ladies came to greet us with their smiles,

Which made us quite forget our woes with all their cheering wiles;

So to put a stop to rushing love, as good boys always oughter,

We marched along to Battleford, going all the way by water.



Chorus : Pork, beans, etc.



We left the gallant Queen’s Own there, indulging in a swear,

Because they could’t come to Pitt to polish off Big Bear;

But now my boys we have come home to luxury and ease,

You bet we’ve earned the name we get, the fighting LBD.’s.



Chorus: Pork, beans, etc.

I first learned the Solomon Levi lyrics while in elementary school. It's interesting for me to relate the Utes to a song about a Jewish tailor.