THE TWENTY-MULE-TEAM BRIGADE

Here is a band of twenty mules,Enlisted for the fightAgainst the King of Dirt who rulesHis armies, black as night.Each warrior bears a trusty gun—The best that he can find—And this is charged with pure Borax—The 20-Mule-Team kind.“My noble men,” their Captain said,“Before we sally out,We’ll rid this home of old King Dirt,And put his host to rout.Then let us to the kitchen go,And there begin the fight;The kitchen where the food is cookedShould cleanly be and bright.”

Here is a band of twenty mules,Enlisted for the fightAgainst the King of Dirt who rulesHis armies, black as night.

Here is a band of twenty mules,

Enlisted for the fight

Against the King of Dirt who rules

His armies, black as night.

Each warrior bears a trusty gun—The best that he can find—And this is charged with pure Borax—The 20-Mule-Team kind.

Each warrior bears a trusty gun—

The best that he can find—

And this is charged with pure Borax—

The 20-Mule-Team kind.

“My noble men,” their Captain said,“Before we sally out,We’ll rid this home of old King Dirt,And put his host to rout.

“My noble men,” their Captain said,

“Before we sally out,

We’ll rid this home of old King Dirt,

And put his host to rout.

Then let us to the kitchen go,And there begin the fight;The kitchen where the food is cookedShould cleanly be and bright.”

Then let us to the kitchen go,

And there begin the fight;

The kitchen where the food is cooked

Should cleanly be and bright.”

“‘Halt!’ sharply cried the Captain. ‘Fire!’”

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