In the time I chased the wolves I was a juvenile baby
 I cut my nine on any friend or foe
 I took my chance [bad word] #39;s dance [bad word] them lady
 I mash them down wherever they may roam
 Cause [bad word] and real hard headed

 My clan is tough my face is rough from weather and booze
 My game is stiff so you know I never lose
 The women call and when they do [bad word] them
 I love so long no creature could contend
 Cause [bad word] and real hard headed

 Pray to God for forgiveness
 For all that I have done
 Pray to Mary for mercy
 That I may [bad word] 
 The handman's noose is falling
 In the crisp autumn air
 See them sway from the gallows baby
 As my soul did prepare

 Cause [bad word] and real hard headed