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HERE'S YOUR MULE A farmer came to camp one day With milk and eggs to sell, Upon a mule that oft would stray To where no one could tell. The farmer tired of his tramp For hours was made a fool, By ev'ryone he met in camp With "Mister, here's your mule!" cho: Come on, come on, come on, old man And don't be made a fool, By ev'ry one you meet in camp With "Mister, here's your mule!" His eggs and chickens all were gone, Before the break of day; The mule was heard of all along, That's what the soldiers say, And still he hunted all day long, Alas! a witless tool, Whilst ev'ry man would sing the song, Of, "Mister, here's your mule." The soldiers run in laughing mood, On mischief were intent; They lifted muley on their back, Around from tent to tent, Thro' this hole and that, they pushed His bead and made a rule To shout with hum'rous voices all, "I say! Mister, here's your mule." Alas, one day the mule was miss'd! Ah! who could tell his fate ? The farmer like a man bereft, Search'd early and search'd late, And as he passed from camp to camp, With stricken face --- the fool, Cried out to ev'ry one he met, "Oh, Mister, where's my mule ?" Note: This song, popular in the Confederate Army, is the basis for a line in Goober Peas that has confused some. RG @Confederate @war @Civil @American @animal filename[ HEREMULE TUNE FILE: HEREMULE CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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