When Dacey rode the Mule by Andrew Barton Paterson
â€™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 bringâ€” Theyâ€™d give a crown to any lad Whoâ€™d ride him round the ring.
And, gentle reader, do not scoff Nor think a man a foolâ€” 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, â€œAre you hurt?â€ But Johnny Dacey came one night, The crack of all the school; Said he, â€œIâ€™ll win the crown all right; Bring in your bucking mule.â€
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 clown From somewhere in his pants drew out A little paper crown. He placed the crown on Daceyâ€™s head While Dacey looked a fool; â€œNow, thereâ€™s your crown, my lad,â€ he said, â€œFor riding of the mule!â€
The band struck up with â€œKillaloeâ€, And â€œRule Britannia, Ruleâ€, And â€œYoung Man from the Countryâ€, too, When Dacey rode the mule.
Then Dacey, in a furious rage, For vengeance on the show Ascended to the monkeysâ€™ 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 ruleâ€” The people didnâ€™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. Theyâ€™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.