There in that far north country
Lived a trapper thought insane
Some of his redskin neighbors
To the po lice sent a complaint
Two redcoats of the Mounties
Who are known for their fame
When North to find the trouble
On this trapper was put to blame
They journeyed out to his cabin
No harm was meant, you know
But the trapper with his six -gun
T 'was then that the trouble started
And as the story goes forth
It was the greatest manhunt
in the history of the North
For weeks and weeks they trailed him
through the snow and the bitter cold
And the hardships that he endured
Once when they had him surrounded,
while trailing him through the snow,
He laid another deadly shot,
laid an other mighty low.
Still on and on they trailed him,
this trapper he knew his game.
He'd backtrack on his trailers,
this man they thought insane.
Now the chances of his escape,
For the trapper they were too slim.
they hunted him by night,
This man hunt they must win.
Then just in the evening twilight,
He was climbing up a hill.
This trapper sighted his trailer,
Aimed an other shot to kill.
Down deep in the snow for shelter
The bullets were flying low
He aimed another deadly shot
The rest of them heard the shooting
They quickly joined the lead
And under a hail of bullets
His riddled body dropped dead
In the history of that northern land.
But we'll give credit to the Mountie,
They al ways get their man.
