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Banjo Paterson - When Dacey rode the MuleBanjo Paterson - When Dacey rode the Mule
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`Twas to a small, up-country town,     When we were boys at school, There came a circus with a clown,     Likewise a bucking mule. The clown announced a scheme they had     Spectators for to bring— They’d give a crown to any lad     Who’d ride him round the ring. And, gentle reader, do not scoff     Nor think a man a fool— To buck a porous-plaster off     Was pastime to that mule. The boys got on he bucked like sin;     He threw them in the dirt. What time the clown would raise a grin     By asking, “Are you hurt?” But Johnny Dacey came one night,     The crack of all the school; Said he, “I’ll win the crown all right;     Bring in your bucking mule.” The elephant went off his trunk,     The monkey played the fool, And all the band got blazing drunk     When Dacey rode the mule. But soon there rose a galling shout     Of laughter, for the clown From somewhere in his pants drew out     A little paper crown. He placed the crown on Dacey’s head     While Dacey looked a fool; “Now, there’s your crown, my lad,” he said,   “For riding of the mule!” The band struck up with “Killaloe”,     And “Rule Britannia, Rule”, And “Young Man from the Country”, too,     When Dacey rode the mule. Then Dacey, in a furious rage,     For vengeance on the show Ascended to the monkeys’ cage     And let the monkeys go; The blue-tailed ape and the chimpanzee     He turned abroad to roam; Good faith! It was a sight to see     The people step for home. For big baboons with canine snout     Are spiteful, as a rule— The people didn’t sit it out,     When Dacey rode the mule. And from the beasts he let escape,     The bushmen all declare, Were born some creatures partly ape     And partly native-bear. They’re rather few and far between,     The race is nearly spent; But some of them may still be seen     In Sydney Parliament. And when those legislators fight,     And drink, and act the fool, Just blame it on that torrid night     When Dacey rode the mule.
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