Gotta Get
Me Moose B'y
Written by Kevin Blackmore
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Like to go a-moose hunting, hunting in the fall,
Like to go a-moose hunting, answer the hunting call:
"Got to get me moose, b'y!"
Well, first to get a moose licence you apply for six whole years,
At thirty-five dollars a crack old man, with a partner for half shares,
And when you get the licence, "cock" 'tis area thirty-eight,
Nowhere near civ-il-i-zation, three hundred miles away.
But I got to get me moose, b'y!!
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To get where you're going it's a Hilton on four wheels,
Gets easily stuck, the gas tank leaks and something up front squeals.
We met four fellas on a trip and we got on the beer,
They were on their way to our back yards and we was off to theirs.
But I got to get me moose b'y!!
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Trottin' on the bogs for miles, with a pack sack on your back,
You know he's always just ahead, fresh buttons in his tracks,
Well maybe he can hear us, b'ys, or maybe it's that snout...
I allow it's not hard to get a whiff of we after five or six days out!
Hah! Got to get me moose, b'y!!
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At last we saw a great big bull and oh my, what a fuss!
Fired ten shots and had to run! He started chasing us. Hah!
But when we got him killed, me lads, I had to panch his gut!
Me manly hunting instinct left and me supper all heaved up. {Whoop}!
Got to get me moose b'y!!
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Well, Jack, we got to lug 'im out, you were fine to have along,
But my next partner will be a wrestler, twice as big and strong,
And never again will I go out, across the bog so far,
I'll wait 'til I sees one on the road and wing 'im with me car!!
Hah! Thats how I'll get me moose, b'y!!
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