A Hunting Song

As I rode out a huntin’
Twas on a cold winter’s day
The trees were all in blossom
It was in the month of May
It was in the month of May.

I tracked the head of a deer sir
I tracked it through the snow
I tracked it to the water side
Where under it did go
Where under it did go.

I loaded up my pistols
And under water went
To pick me out a good fat buck
It was my whole intent
It was my whole intent.

I being under water
Five hundred feet or more
I fired off my pistols
The cannons they did roar
The cannons they did roar.

I fired all in among them
By chance I did kill one
The rest they stuck their brusels up
And at me they did come
And at me they did come.

My body became so riddled
A bull frog mite jump through
And by the king of my life
My naked sword I drew
My naked sword I drew.

I fought then with my naked sword
Five hours I held the play
Ten thousand good fat buck I killed
The rest they ran away
The rest they ran away.

I bent my gun a circle
I shot all round the hill
And out of four and twenty
Five hundred I did kill
Five hundred I did kill.

I picked up my venson
Went on the hill so high
Where I could stand up on the ground
And touch the very sky
And touch the very sky.

As I stood gazing round me
The sun came rolling by
I picked up my venson
Jumpted on as it passed by
Jumpted on as it passed by.

I road all round this world sir
I road upon the moon
And I arrived safe at home
The very next day at noon
The very next day at noon.

The money I received
For venson and for skin
I took it to a forty foot barn
It would not all go in
It would not all go in.

I had money out at interest
And money up in rich
And he that will tell a bigger lie
Is a lying son of a bitch
Is a lying son of a bitch.