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Oh, I went down in Georgia, And I ought to have been in school. Couldn't get any horse to work, So I had to take that mule. That old mule was a kicker, And he wore a kicker's name. Kicked my darling on the jaw, And he kicked her through the lane. Come along, mule, don't you roll those eyes. The darned old mule, be a mule until he dies. (Mr. Ormand: "That's all I know of that thing.") |
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