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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 213
Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, I can no longer stay with you. I'll hang my heart in a willow tree, And give it to the one that first loved me.
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THE OLD GRAY MULE
Mr. Thomas had an old gray mule,
And he drove him to a cart, And he loved that mule and the mule loved him
With all his mulish heart. Mr. Thomas knowed when the roosters crowed
That day was a-gwine to break, So he slicked that mule with a three-legged stool,
And he curried him off with a rake.
And the mule would ea-aw-w-w,
Ee-aw, ee-aw, ee-aw-w-w, And he cuffed that mule and he cuffed that mule,
And he curried him off with a rake.
He fed him on some old boot tops
And bits of yellow clay, Some shavings and some wooden pegs,
Instead of oats and hay; And the mule would chaw with his iron jaw,
On a piece of dirty sock, And he'd wink his eye if he had some pie,
And his mouth chuck full of sock. |
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