In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round, The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet `neath the ground. Don`t murder me, I beg of you, don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me.
I sat down to my supper, `twas a bottle of red whisky, I said my prayers and went to bed, that`s the last they saw of me. Don`t murder me, I beg of you, don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me.
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin, Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in". Don`t murder me, I beg of you, don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me.
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game. I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same. Don`t murder me, I beg of you, don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me.
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire, The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing `round the fire. Don`t murder me, I beg of you, don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me. No, no, no don`t murder me. I beg of you, Don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me.
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