One pleasant summer day it came a storm of snow;
I picked my old gun and a-hunting I did go.
I came across a herd of deer and I trailed them through the snow,
I trailed them to the mountains where straight up they did go.
I trailed them o'er the mountains, I trailed them to the brim,
And I trailed them to the waters where they jumped in to swim.
I co*ked both my pistols and under water went,--
To k** the fattest of them deer, that was my whole intent.