Eskimo Folk Song

I was on my way to the North Pole so merry,
. I met a saint Bernard,
he was short and squat and hairy,
I drew forth the stick,
and was getting read;y to heave it,
Saying fetch and deliver,
for you are a bold retiever.

Mushem ringing dor do or die,
wack for the daddy o
wack for the daddy o
there's wiskey the jar

Arround that rover's neck was
jung a ket of wiskey,
now and then old rover
would take and snort
and get frisky
as he'd chase the stick
he would do a tricky waddke
but he reallly wasn't tricky
he was pie'eyed from the bottle

mushem .....
I threw that stick so far
it was kind'of hard to trace it
old rover said bow wow and was
getting ready to chase it
bit a car came driving past and he
chainged his mind and saught it
I new he couldn't dive one
not even if he caught it.

mushem

Now I am at the end of my
song about poor rover
he caught it in a fan belt
and his roaming days are over
The poor retreiver lies neath
the ground all frozen over
And I'll have to fetch that stick
my self boy do I look silly.

mushim,