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SIX WHITE MULES Ed Brady rode over the hill one night, A-Rickety-rackety-ree! His blue eyes twinkled; he whistled a tune -- A magical melody. He skinned a team of six white mules, a-Rickety-rackety-ree! Their harnesses gleamed with silver and gold -- Their wagon was ebony. As they careened along, those six white mules a-Rickety-rackety-ree! Began to bray in unearthly woe -- Like souls lost in eternity. But Ed Brady sat so straight and tall, a-Rickety-rackety-ree! He cracked his whip and they floated along Like foam on a stormy sea. Dark clouds raced past the ringed moon, A-Rickety-rackety-ree! Will-o-wisps grimaced beside the trail And punkwood shone from a tree. A star streaked down through the western sky. A-Rickety-rackety-ree! Then no trace could be seen of the six white mules Nor their driver Ed Brady. And you may search as long as you wish, A-Rickety-rackety-ree! For the dashing skinner and six white mules But them you will never see -- Except when the moon is ringed at night, A-Rickety-rackety-ree! When will-o-wisps grin along the trail And punkwood flares from a tree.
across the street
INUKSHUKby Mildred A. Rose
Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,
all rights reserved.
Originally published by The Music House Press.
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