Текст песни: The Hunting Song + перевод

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Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the

newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that

he was a deer with a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel.

At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the

field of blood sports, and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present

herewith

SUNG:

I always will remember

'Twas a year ago November

I went out to hunt some deer

On a mornin' bright and clear

I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow

Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

I was in no mood to trifle

I took down my trusty rifle

And went out to stalk my prey

What a haul I made that day

I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow

Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

The law was very firm, it

Took away my permit

The worst punishment I ever endured

It turned out there was a reason

Cows were out of season

And one of the hunters wasn’t insured

People ask me how I do it

And I say, «There's nothin' to it

You just stand there lookin' cute

And when something moves, you shoot!»

And there’s ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now

Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow

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