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 @America @animal

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