American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 Nobodys Mule
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 8
The mule seemed pensive, even sad,
As if by conscience pricked;
But when they came to share his woes.
He raised objections-kicked.
The cat came up to sympathize,
With mew and gentle purr,
Alas! she cot within his reach,
When-fiddlestrings and for.
The dog, in pity, neared him to
Alleviate his care,
He tried to pass around him once,
But-sausage meat and hair.
And John, the honest farmer boy,
Who had the beast in charge,
Tried recklessly to harness him-
His funeral was large.
Oh, trifling were the causes which
His flexile legs unfurled,
And many were the quadrupeds
That songht another world.
He never did a decent thing,
He wasn't worth a ducat;
He kicked and kicked until he died,
And then he kicked the bucket.