They are a wild boar in these woods
Dill O dee, dill o dee
They are a wild boar in these woods, dill o dee
They are a wild boar in these woods
He'll eat your meat and suck your blood
Come away, quaddle down, quansey O.
Bangum made him a wooden gun
To shoot that wild boar as he run
Bangum got him a butcher knife
And swore he'd take that wild boar's life
He tracked that wild boar to his den
Where he found the bones of a thousand men
He raised his horn up to his mouth
First he blew east, then west and south
That wild boar come with such a dash
It splintered hickory, oak, and ash.
Then Bangum raised his wooden gun
And shot that wild boar as it run
Then Bangum raised his butcher knife
Right there he took that wild boar's life.
