Farmer's Mule)

LYRICS

A Farmer came to camp one day, With milk and eggs to sell, Upon a mule
who oft would stray, To where no one could tell. The Farmer, tired of
his tramp, For hours was made the fool, By everyone he met in camp,
With "Mister, here's your mule." Come on, come on, Come on, old man,
And don't be made a fool, By everyone 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! the witless
fool, Whil'st every man would sing the song Of "Mister, here's your
mule." The soldiers ran in laughing mood, On mischief were intent;
They lifted "Muley" on their back, Around from tent to tent. Thro'
this hole, and that, they push'd His head, -- And made a rule, To
shout with humerous 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
pass'd from camp to camp With stricken face -- the fool Cried out to
everyone he met, Oh! "Mister, where's my Mule."