My uncle had a old grey mule, His name was Simon Slick, About anything you ever did see Was how that mule could kick. 
Refrain: Whoa! Mule, whoa! Whoa that mule I say, Keep your seat, Miss Liza Ain’t got long to stay. 
I went to feed that mule one day, He met me with a smile, He backed one ear, winked one eye And kicked me half a mile. 
Now this mule was a big one, He weighed ten thousand pounds, Every tooth he had in his head, Was eighteen inches round. 
I took him to the blacksmith shop To get his mouth made small, He opened his mouth, took a yawn Swallowed blacksmith shop and all. 
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