Me and brother Bill went hunting up in the woods of eastern Maine
The reason why we went up there was to catch some game
Brother bill and I went hunting One dark and stormy night
I shot at something I thought was a bear but the dog-gone thing turned white

Oh I dropped my gun
And away I run
Brother Bill said boy what's the matter with you
Had he knowed like me he'd a run some too
I ran so hard they say
They couldn't catch me all day
The way I ran across that field
They couldn't catch me with an automobile.