I WAS HEADING FOR THE 'YUKON',
WITH A SHOVEL AND A PICK,
WHEN A RIDER OVERTOOK ME, SAYIN‚,
I HAVE BRUNG YOU WORD FROM 'DICK',
OLE‚ DICK'S STILL ON THE FIDDLE,
WELL! I AIN'T SURPRISED AT THAT,
THEN HE SAID PLEASE COME TO ANTRIM,
AND CATCH THE 'BOGEY CAT',
WELL I GUESS I OWE THE OLD GUY ONE ,
SO I TURNED THE MULE AROUN‚
AND BACKTRACKED DOWN THE 'DAWSON TRAIL',
DESTINATION 'BOGEY' TOWN.
YOU SEE I USED TO BE A HUNTER,
THEY SAY OF SOME RENOWN,
SO THAT 'PUMA'S' ASS I MEAN TO KICK,
NEXT TIME HE COMES AROUN.
MY WALLS ARE HUNG WITH TROPHIES,
EXOTIC BEASTS ADORN,
A BIT FORLORN WITH JUST ONE HORN,
I STUFFED THE UNICORN.
I WRESTLED WITH THE 'YETI',
IN THE MOUNTAINS OF NEPAL,
WITH A FOREARM SMASH I SETTLED HIS HASH,
HE NOW STANDS IN MY HALL,
ON THE SUNBLEACHED 'SERENGETI' PLAINS,
THE LIONS BREATH I TOOK,
NOW HE'S MOUNTED ON MAHOGANY,
TO GRACE MY CHIMNEY NOOK.
OF POLAR BEARS I HAVE A BRACE,
OF GRIZZLIES TWO OR THREE,
AND A GREAT WHITE SHARK, ALL BITE NO BARK
IS HERE FOR ALL TO SEE.
I SCOURED THE PLAINS FOR BUFFALO,
WITH THE BLACKFOOT AND THE CREE,
MAE FETHER COME FAE GUNYUCK,
AN MAE MA'S A CHEROKEE .
SO NIGHT- NIGHT MR PUMA,
I WILL SOON BE ON YOUR TRAIL,
AND ON JOHNNY KENNEDY‚S PETROL PUMPS ,
I'LL HANG YOU BY THE TAIL.
WHO AM I YE MICHT WEEL AX,
AM I THE SPIRIT O THE NIGHT,
OR SOME OUL DOTIN EEJIT,
WHA TAKS A LOAD O' RUBBISH .
by 'THE PICT'
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