My Sweetheart is
the Mule in the Mines

My sweetheart's the mule in the mines,
I drive her without reins or lines,
On the bumper I sit,
I chew and I spit
All over my sweetheart's behind.

My sweetheart's the mule in the mines,
I drive her without any lines.
On the bumper I stand
With my whip in my hand,
My sweetheart's the mule in the mines.