As mentioned in the Some Must Push... thread I have a book of Mormon Folksongs I intend to input and submit. A couple are already in DT - "Echo Canyon" and "Root Hog or Die" (the version that mentions Salt Lake City). Here are three which have familiar tunes. The rest will have to wait until I have time to input the music (wish I had a MIDI interface).

THE BULLFIGHT ON THE SAN PEDRO^^^

Under the command of Colonel Cook,
When passing down San Pedro's brook,
Where canegrass growing tall and high
Was waving as the breeze passed by;
There as we gained ascending ground,
Out from the grass with fearful sound,
A wild ferocious bull appeared,
And challenged fight with horns upreared.

Chorus (repeats after each verse):
On the road to California;
On our hard and tedious journey
Far along the Rocky Mountains,
By San Pedro's crystal fountains.

"Stop, stop" said one, "just see that brute."
"Hold," was responded, "let me shoot."
He flashed but failed to fire the gun;
Both stood their ground and would not run.
The man explained, "I want some meat,
It's time again we had a treat."
And saying thus again he shot,
And felled the creature on the spot.

It soon arose to run away,
And then the guns began to play;
All hands at work amid the roar,
The bull was dropped to rise no more.
But lo, it did not end the fight--
A furious herd rushed into sight,
And then the bulls and men around
Seemed all resolved to stand their ground.

In nature's pasture, all unfenced,
A dreadful battle was commenced.
We knew ourselves we must defend,
And must to others aid extend.
The bulls with maddened fury raged,
The men with skillful warfare waged,
Though some from danger had to flee,
And had to clamber up a tree.

A bull at one man made a pass,
Who hid himself amid the grass,
And breathless lay until the brute
Passed him and took another shoot.
The bulls rushed on like unicorns,
And gored the mules with piercing horns,
As if the battle ground to gain
When men and mules should all be slain.

With brutal strength and iron will,
Poised on his horns with master's skill,
A bull, one mule o'er mule did throw
The made the latter's entrails flow.
One bull was shot and when he fell,
A butcher ran his blood to spill,
The bull threw up his horns and caught
The butcher's cap, upon the spot.

"Give up my cap, exclaimed the man,
And chased the bull as on he ran;
The butcher beat, and with his knife,
Cut the bull's throat and closed his life.
O, Cox from on bull's horn was thrown,
Ten feet in air; when he came down,
A gaping flesh wound met his eye.
The vicious bull had gored his thigh.

The colonel and his staff were there,
Mounted and witnessing the war;
A bull one hundred yards away
Eyed Colonel Cook as easy prey.
But Corp'ral Frost stood bravely by,
And watched the bull with steady eye;
The brute approached near, and more near,
But Frost betrayed no sign of fear.

The colonel ordered him to run,
Unmoved he stood with loaded gun;
The bull came up with daring tread,
When near his feet, Frost shot him dead.
Whatever cause, we do not know,
But something prompted them to go;
When all at once in frantic flight
The bulls ran bellowing out of sight.

And when the fearful fight was o'er,
And sound of muskets heard no more,
At least a score of bulls were found
And two mules dead upon the ground.

Tune: Old Dan Tucker
This song tells of an incident which happened to the Mormon Battalion, a group of 500 Mormon volunteers who wer e mustered into the US Army for the war with Mexico. They marched from Iowa to So. California and back, but this was the only battle in which they participated. Casualties: two men wounded, several mules killed, and on the other side, between 20 and 60 bulls killed. The battle took place in December 1846(?)

ZACK, THE MORMON ENGINEER^^^

Old Zack, he came to Utah, way back in seventy three,
A right good Mormon gentleman and a bishop too was he.
He drove a locomotive for the D. and R. G.,
With women he was popular, as popular as could be.

Chorus:

And when he'd whistle ooh! ooh! Mamma'd understand
That Zack was headed homeward on the Denver and Rio Grande.

Old Zack, he claimed to love his wives and love them all the same,
But always little Mabel was the one that Zack would name.
And as he would pass her he'd blow his whistle loud,
And when she'd throw a kiss at him old Zack would look so proud.

Old Zack, he had a wifey in every railroad town.
No matter where he stopped he had a place to lay him down.
And when the his train was coming, well, he wanted her to know,
So as he passed each wifey's home his whistle he would blow.

Now listen everybody, because this story's true,
Old Zack, he had a wife in every town that he passed through.
They tried to make him transfer on to the old U. P.
But Zack said, "No" because his wives were on the D. and R. G.

Tune: Oh Susanna "This song depicts in comic form life in one type of plural marriage. It is not intended to be sarcastic. Zack Black was a Mormon bishop who worked as an engineer for the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad, and the tale is told that he had a wife in every town he passed through. Mormon audiences have always enjoyed the humor of the lyrics, especially when Zack won't accept a transfer to another railroad line because it is routed through the wrong towns."(Music of the Mormons, p. 28)
Note: "Plural Marriage" is the LDS term for their form of polygamy, which was practiced from the late 1840's up to 1896, when the US Supreme Court upheld a law forbidding it. Mormon clergy were (and are) laymen, who are not paid for their church service and therefore work "civilian" jobs to sustain their families.

BRIGHTER DAYS IN STORE^^^

I will sing of the Mormons, the people of the Lord,
Since the time that Joseph prayed for light,
And the way they've been guided by Jesus' holy word,
And saved by the power of his might.

Chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the Mormons,
Hard times, hard times long have pressed us sore;
Many days they have lingered around our cabin door,
But now we've brighter days in store.

Each time that the wicked have tried to overthrow
And to bring the work of God to naught,
The way has been opened for the saints to escape,
A ram in the thicket was caught.

The grasshoppers, crickets, and mobbers all combined
Were powerless to crush our noble cause;
The more we are hated, the more we are maligned,
The more the Church of Jesus grows.

Tune: Hard Times Come Again No More (Stephen Foster)
"Through all their hardships and persecutions the Mormon people always had a hope burning brightly within them that all would work out for the best. Even after they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley, trials still were heaped upon them. Persecutors followed them; the government sent an army to put down their presumed rebellion; even the elements and insects seemed to be against them. Through all this the remained steadfast, believing, and rightly so, that brighter days lay ahead."(Music of the Mormons, p. 40)
This is one version that the Mormons made of the famous Stephen Foster song. It is said to have been a favorite of Brigham Young. Some of the versions were less serious, one was about irrigation and had the chorus "Ditches, ditches, ditches break no more."