Wild Hog in the Woods
(as sung by the Possum Trot String Band, Davis, CA)

There is a wild hog in these woods, Diddle um down, diddle um day
There is a wild hog in these woods, Diddle um down dee day
There is a wild hog in these woods,
Eats men's flesh and he drinks men's blood
Cut him down, cut him down, catch him if you can

I followed that hog with a gun and knife . . .
I swear I'll take that wild hog's life

I followed that wild hog to his den . . .
I found the bones of a thousand men . . .

Hold the horn up to your mouth . . .
Blow a blast both north and south . . .

The wild hog come in such a rush . . .
Tearing his way through the old cantash . . .

If you would that wild hog see . . .
Blow a blast he'll come to me . . .

There is a wild hog in these woods . . .
Eats men's flesh and he drinks men's blood . . .