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]