Greensborough Patriot
November 13, 1862
Page 4
HERE’S YOUR MULE!
AIR—My
Maryland
“Stonewall”
Jackson is in the field,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
He
ne’er allows his men to yield,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
And
when at night he’s known to pray,
You
may be sure that on next day
The
very devil will be to pay,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
The
“Young Napoleon’s” not the man,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
For
he’ll “skedaddle” whene’er he can,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
And
when he writes to Washington,
The
way he lies, there is no fun,
In
telling of things he has not done.
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
You’ve
often heard of Yankee Pope,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
The
Hessians’ pet and only hope,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
He
tried to rival “Butler brute,”
But
from “Cheat Mountain” took a shoot,
Followed
by “Stonewall’s foot,”
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
Beastly
Butler is much given,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
To
persecuting noble women,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
But
he will yet rue the day
When
he gave his passions away,
The
devil with him will fly away,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
And
now a word to Abraham,
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
And
to his ancient “Uncle Sam,”
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
With
Beauregard, Bragg, and Lee,
Stonewall,
Hill and others free,
The
“Sunny South” ne’er yours will be.
Here’s
your mule, Oh! here’s your mule.
[Transcribed by Sharon Strout]
