Der mule shtood on der steamboad deck,For der land he wouldn't dread.Dhey tied a halder rount his neck,Und vacked him over der headt.But obstinate and braced he shtood,As born der scene do rule.A creature of der holt-back brood,—A shtubborn, shteadfast mule.Dhey cursed and shwore, bud he vould not goUndill he felt inclined;Und dough dhey dundered blow on blow,He aldered nod his mind.Der boats-boy to der shore complained,"Der varmint's bound do shtay!"Shtill ubon dot olt mule's hideDer sounding lash made blay.His masder from der shore reblied,"Der boads aboud do sail;As oder means in vain you've dried,Subbose you dwist his dail."I dhink dot dat vil magke him land."Der boats-boy, brave, dough bale,Den near drew mit oudstretched hand,Do magke der dwist avail.Dhen game a kick of thunder sound!Dot boy—oh, vhere vas he?Ask of der vaves dot far aroundBeheld him in der sea.For a moment nod a voice was heard;Bud dot mule he vinked his eye,As dhough to ask, to him occurred,"How vas dot for high?"Anon.
Der mule shtood on der steamboad deck,For der land he wouldn't dread.Dhey tied a halder rount his neck,Und vacked him over der headt.But obstinate and braced he shtood,As born der scene do rule.A creature of der holt-back brood,—A shtubborn, shteadfast mule.Dhey cursed and shwore, bud he vould not goUndill he felt inclined;Und dough dhey dundered blow on blow,He aldered nod his mind.Der boats-boy to der shore complained,"Der varmint's bound do shtay!"Shtill ubon dot olt mule's hideDer sounding lash made blay.His masder from der shore reblied,"Der boads aboud do sail;As oder means in vain you've dried,Subbose you dwist his dail."I dhink dot dat vil magke him land."Der boats-boy, brave, dough bale,Den near drew mit oudstretched hand,Do magke der dwist avail.Dhen game a kick of thunder sound!Dot boy—oh, vhere vas he?Ask of der vaves dot far aroundBeheld him in der sea.For a moment nod a voice was heard;Bud dot mule he vinked his eye,As dhough to ask, to him occurred,"How vas dot for high?"Anon.
Der mule shtood on der steamboad deck,For der land he wouldn't dread.Dhey tied a halder rount his neck,Und vacked him over der headt.
But obstinate and braced he shtood,As born der scene do rule.A creature of der holt-back brood,—A shtubborn, shteadfast mule.
Dhey cursed and shwore, bud he vould not goUndill he felt inclined;Und dough dhey dundered blow on blow,He aldered nod his mind.
Der boats-boy to der shore complained,"Der varmint's bound do shtay!"Shtill ubon dot olt mule's hideDer sounding lash made blay.
His masder from der shore reblied,"Der boads aboud do sail;As oder means in vain you've dried,Subbose you dwist his dail.
"I dhink dot dat vil magke him land."Der boats-boy, brave, dough bale,Den near drew mit oudstretched hand,Do magke der dwist avail.
Dhen game a kick of thunder sound!Dot boy—oh, vhere vas he?Ask of der vaves dot far aroundBeheld him in der sea.
For a moment nod a voice was heard;Bud dot mule he vinked his eye,As dhough to ask, to him occurred,"How vas dot for high?"
Anon.