Sime say he don’t know what ter do wid dat mule
Dat he done gone en bought (he wus sholy a fool!)
At de sale in de town;
He say it so stubborn dat when he say “gee,”
It allers gwine “haw,” ez sho ez kin be,
En I’s glad, I am boun’.
He say when he want it ter stan’ it gwine walk;—
When he want it ter go, it am sholy gwine balk,
Lak a dunce all de time.
He say dey ain’t neber bin bo’n sich a fool,
But I know, I sho do, dat pesky ole mule
Ain’t ez stubborn ez Sime.

He neber gwine do what I tell him am right,
Do he know I wus bo’n wid a caul on my sight,
En kin see what am bes’;
I tol’ him ter stay frum dat sale in de town,
But somethin’ des draw him ez blood do de houn’,
Till he foller de res’.
I sho knew dat day what dat man wus erbout
When I seen him a-takin’ de las’ money out
Ob de cup on de she’f;
En I glad he done spent ebry cent on dat mule,
En’s got ter work now wid dat pesky ole fool,
Kaze he’s stubborn hisse’f.