This is a tale of a hunter brave,
He sought for refuge in a cave
To escape a furious storm,
And he built fire to keep him warm.
Dry leaves and twigs made fire and smoke,
Which wild beasts’ fury did provoke;
By its growl he knew ’twas bear,
But bruin’s fury he would dare.
For he determined not to run,
And he gave it a shot from gun,
But this the bear it did enrage,
Resolved in war for to engage.
For it came shambling along,
To have revenge for suflering wrong;
Hunter with the butt of rifle
Struck and stunned him a trifle.
Once more he aimed, it glanced on rock,
And he was left with broken stock;
Now the bear it doth hunter seize,
And gives him many a hug and squeeze.
The struggle is so close for life,
The hunter cannot use his knife;
But the nimble hunter bold
Soon made the bear relax his hold.
By a sudden spring bear he rolls,
With his nose in burning coals;
His nostrils full of fire and smoke,
Poor Brvin it doth almost choke.
The hunter now doth use his knife,
Stabs bear in heart and ends the strife;
So hunter he did victory win,
And spoils of battle in grand skin.