Historical Folk - A DEER HUNT lyrics

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.