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214 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
That mule could kick like a ton of brick;
Both hind legs were loose, And he flung them back at a big hpped Jack,
And he mashed his royal snoot; That negro thought that he'd been caught
In an awful big cyclone. And you bet he wished that he had let
That old gray mule alone.
One day while wandering in a field
He found an old hoop skirt; He at once began to have a feast
On royal rust and dirt. That night he had an awful cramp
That settled in his feet, And ere morn dawned that mule had gone
To walk on the golden street. |
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I WILL TELL YOU OF A FELLOW
I will tell you of a fellow, Of a fellow I have seen, Who was neither white nor yellow, Nor was altogether green.
With my life alure a lickem, With my life alure a lem. |
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