Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red,
An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer overhead.
Oh, the sun is settin' bloody with a blood-line on the snow,
An' across it to the westward you can see old Bruin go;
You can see old Shaggy go,
You can see the brown Bear go,
An' he's draggin' one leg arter, an' he's travellin' pretty slow.
We can send a long shot arter, but he doesn't seem to know,
There's a thin red line behind him where it's dripped across the snow;
He is weary an' he's wounded, with his own blood he's half-blind,
He is licked an' he's defeated, an' he's left some cubs behind;
Yes, he's left some cubs behind;
Oh, he's left some cubs behind;
To the tune of sixty thousand he has left some cubs behind.
Oh, they've pulled him by the nose-ring and they've baited him in pits,
An' they bluffed him, an' they bruised him, an' they mostly gave him fits;
But he hugged 'em badly one time when they tried him in his den,
An' he'll make it warm for someone when he comes back East again;
When the Bear comes back again,
When he's lopin' round again,
There'll be lively times for Jacko when the Bear comes back again.
Oh, we chased him out of Turkey, I don't know for what idea,
It took two dogs an' a lion for to beat him in Crimea;
He's goin' home to lick his wounds, he's goin' to his den,
But he'll make it warm for someone when he comes South-East again,
When the Bear comes back again,
When old Bruin comes again,
He will make some dead to die on when he comes back from his den.
Keep a sharp look-out behind you, every way you turn, my lad,
It don't matter who you might be, for you bet the Bear is mad;
Keep a sharp look-out to Nor'ard, to the South an' West an' East,
For he mostly always finds you where you most expect him least;
Where you most expect him leastest,
Where you most expect him least,
Oh, you'll catch him grabbin' for yer where you most expect him least.
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