One year one year, when bacon was scarce,
And us havin' none,
We saddled our horses and shouldered our guns,
Straight way to the wildwood we did steer,
To kill off the wild hogs and drive in the deer.
When we got there we rambled a while.
We looked at each other with nary a smile,
Saying "ain't these the same hogs been here before,
The old blue sow and the black listed boar?"
The old blue sow got up to her feet for to run,
We fired, she fell to Bob Porters old gun.
The cowhide will crack and the waters will roar,
Your back it will ache til its perfectly sore.
And us havin' none,
We saddled our horses and shouldered our guns,
Straight way to the wildwood we did steer,
To kill off the wild hogs and drive in the deer.
When we got there we rambled a while.
We looked at each other with nary a smile,
Saying "ain't these the same hogs been here before,
The old blue sow and the black listed boar?"
The old blue sow got up to her feet for to run,
We fired, she fell to Bob Porters old gun.
The cowhide will crack and the waters will roar,
Your back it will ache til its perfectly sore.