When Dacey rode the Mule

'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

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

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.