Here's Your Mule |
C. D. Benson, 1862
A farmer came to camp one day With milk and eggs to sell, Upon a "male" that oft would stray, To where no one could tell. The farmer tired of his tramp For hours was made a fool, By ev'ry one he met in camp With "Mister, here's your mule!" Chorus: 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!"
2. His eggs and chickens all were gone, |
3. 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." Chorus:
4. Alas, one day the mule was miss'd! |