Down the hill - We go,
No place on our mind,
But in our hands holds a fortune,
That's made of furry pride.
We worked all day to track,
Down the one we seeked,
We bagged him up and took his head,
Now his stripes don my head.
We set out in the woods tonight,
Looking for that special foe,
Large and furry, fierce in might,
But our trap worked alright.
We took his head, skinned him up,
Took his pelt to the store.
Never did they understand,
What we live for.
All the snowy nights we survived,
Living off our tin rations.
On our backs was out hunt,
On the holler we enjoyed.
Lil to eat, lil to sleep,
Soon became our begrudge,
The wind whipped us viciously,
Yet continued on did we.
The people cried out for Justice,
Wanting more and more.
Soon demands came to nigh,
Still we played our score.
Day and night we went out,
Looking for our special foe.
We'd bring round our special dogs,
Told them to sniff 'em out.
We'd come to town carrying our prizes,
How envious was the rest,
Looking at us, eyes uncased,
Couldn't get off our trophy.
But day and day grew the towns,
And soon there was nothing left,
When woven cloth replaced the fur,
And we were left out a job.
Yet still this day we stand,
Watching over this place,
Our legacy lives on,
In the tales of our plight.
Down the hill - We go,
No place in our mind,
But in our hands hold a fortune,
One that's worth more than gold.
