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Come all you Newfoundlanders and listen to my song,
I'll tell you 'bout the moose we killed and the man that did us wrong;
On a sunny morn, October third, I'm telling you no lies,
When Izzie Walters hollered out saying, "Get your guns, my b'ys!
"There is a moose down in the reach, he's coming up the lane,
Jim Keeping's got him rounded up, I think he must be tame."
Our guns and ammunition we got without delay,
Lou Lemmon had the first shot, I'm very sure to say.
George Croucher had the second shot if you want to know his name,
Bill Munden had the third shot which brought him to his end;
There were men, women and children all gathered 'round the hill,
All looking for a piece of meat their appetite to fill.
But just before we got him cleaned a voice from the crowd did say,
"I guess we're all going to be hung, the squealer's on his way."
He came up 'long side of us and he unto us did say,
"I'm sorry b'ys to inform on you," and turned and walked away.
We took the moose and chopped him up and gave it all around,
It looked just like a meat market that day on Dewey's Ground;
The men that killed the moose, my b'ys, they would not hurt a chick,
To let that squealer inform on us we should have broke his neck.
But let's think of the Bible, b'ys, and with it we'll abide,
When they slap you on the left cheek, hold up the other side;
The magistrate he came around, unto the laws he went,
To try to soak us poor b'ys who never had a cent.
He said, "You broke the law, my b'ys, and did you understand,
Two hundred dollars is the fine but I'll do the best I can."
If he had all to do with it he would not soak us men,
To see the grief lie on his face, his heart was touched within.
Our statement was all given in, everything went very well,
He said, "Five dollars is the fine or fourteen days in jail."
And now my song is ending I'm going to propose,
It's going to pay the squealer b'y to keep his big mouth closed.