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THE OLD GRAY MULE
I AM an old man some sixty years old And that you can plain-li see, But when I was a young man ten years old They made a stable boy of me.
I have seen the fastest horses That made the fastest time, But I never saw one in all my life Like that old gray mule of mine.
On a Sunday morn I dress myself, A-goin' out to ride; Now, my old mule is as gray as a bird, Then he is full of his pride.
He never runs away with you, Never cuts up any shine; For the only friend I have on earth Is this old gray mule of mine.
Now my old gray mule is dead and gone, Gone to join the heavenly band, With silver shoes upon his feet To dance on the golden strand.