| Lyrics: | 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
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@Civil @America @animal
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