The song is known as Slewfoot, or Old Slewfoot, or Bear Tracks. I can't seem to find it in DT, and it has been many many years since I performed it. Let's see--

High on the mountain, tell me what you see/ Bear tracks, Bear tracks, lookin' back at me./ Run get your rifle, before it's too late/ That bear's got a little pig and he's headin' for the gate./

CHORUS He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump/ Runnin ninety miles an hour, makin' thirty foot a jump;/ He ain't never been caught, ain't never been treed/ Some folks say he's a lot like me.

Winter's comin' on and it's forty below/ The river's froze over--where can he go?/ Run him in the valley, run him past the well,/ Shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell./

CHORUS