FROM: The Boy Scout Camp Fire Song Book

HO FOR THE SLUM!

(Tune: Solomon Levi.)

When you've hiked a half a hundred miles and your legs begin to shake,

When your stomach caves together with an awful ache,

When you pull up by the campfire in the evening with your chum, There's nothing does the business like a pot of steaming slum.

Chorus

Ho, for the slum, boys; Mulligan tra la la la,

It sticks to your ribs boys, tra la la la la la la la la

Throw in a hunk of bacon and the laces from your shoe, A bottle of sarsaparilla and a pound or so of glue; Rice and bread and breakfast food, a cherry and a plum,

Season it with castor oil and you'll have a bully slum.

I stepped into a restaurant, it was a stylish place,

A pompous waiter came to me with whiskers on his face,

Said he, "What will you have Sir;" Said I, "You keep it mum, And tell your cook to stir up a barrel or two of slum."

Chorus —

Ho, for the slum, boys; Mulligan, tra la la la,

It sticks to your ribs, boys, tra la la la la la la la la

Throw in a chunk ofmeat, boys, potatoes cold or hot,