A farmer came to camp one day with milk and eggs to sell
Upon a mule that oft would stray to where no one could tell
The farmer tired of his tramp for hours was made a fool
By ev'ryone he met in camp with "Mister, here's your mule!"

Come on, come on, come on, old man and don't be made a fool
By ev'ry one you meet in camp with "Mister, here's your mule!"

His eggs and chickens were all gone before the break of day
The mule was heard of all along that's what the soldiers say
And still he hunted all day long, alas! a witless tool
Whilst ev'ry man would sing the song of, "Mister, here's your mule"

Come on, come on, come on, old man and don't be made a fool
By ev'ry one you meet in camp with "Mister, here's your mule!"

The soldiers run in laughing mood on mischief were intent
They lifted muley on their back around from tent to tent
Thro' this hole and that, they pushed his bead and made a rule
To shout with hum'rous voices all: "I say! Mister, here's your mule!"

Come on, come on, come on, old man and don't be made a fool
By ev'ry one you meet in camp with "Mister, here's your mule!"

Alas, one day the mule was miss'd! Ah! who could tell his fate?
The farmer like a man bereft search'd early and search'd late
And as he passed from camp to camp with stricken face, the fool!
Cried out to ev'ry one he met: "Oh, Mister, where's my mule?"

Come on, come on, come on, old man and don't be made a fool
By ev'ry one you meet in camp with "Mister, here's your mule!"

Come on, come on, come on, old man and don't be made a fool
By ev'ry one you meet in camp with "Mister, here's your mule!"