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SIMON SLICK I know an old canaller, his name is Simon Slick, He had a mule with dreamy eyes, Lord knows that mule could kick. He'd wink his eyes, He'd wag his tail, and greet you with a smile, Then gently telegraph his legs, And send you half a mile. Whoa! mule Whoa! I'm done with you forever. You ain't no good, you never was And you never will be neither. You're gonna die and take a trip to the hot place down below. Old Satan sees you coming, He'll shout "Whoa! there mule, Whoa!" Now this mule he's a daisy, he pulverized the hog Dissected seven Chinamen And he kicked a yeller dog. He kicked as quick as lightnin', and he had an iron jaw, He's just the mule to have around to tame your mother-in-law. Whoa! mile Who! Why don't you hear them holler, "Tie a knot right in his tail so he don't slip through the collar!" WHy don't they out him on a track, why don't they let him go? And ev'rytime he comes around, shout "Whoa! mule Whoa! From The Canaller's Songbook, Hullfish Collected in Sullivan County, NY By John Price. @animal @canal filename[ SIMONSLK TUNE FILE: SIMONSLK CLICK TO PLAY RG apr97 |
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