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Come listen to me and I'll sing you a song,
I'll sing it to you free,
I'll sing you a song about the kickingest mule,
that ever you did see.
Hitched him up early one morning to take my gal for a ride,
Kicked both hind feet over the shaves,
and kicked her in the side.
Oh, whoa, mule, whoa! whoa, mule,
I say!
Hop right in, Miss Liza,
and hold on to the sleigh! |
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