Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - A Fair Warning lyrics

Let 'em come, by gum! That's all I say. Let me see one of 'em up this way, With their sacks a-back an' their walkin' boots Low neck, short-panted hikin' coots Flingin' their f*gs in the brambles here, Same as that other one done last year. He might just once; but he won't no more. I'll nail his hide to the cow-shed door. A mile o' fencin' and two good hust All thro' them an' their lighted bu*ts. Patronisin'? You're too dead right. These city fellers is awful bright Three good huts an' a mile o' fence! 'Tisn't so much me own expense; Three mile o' forest gone up in smoke! Well, ain't it enough to nark a bloke? The worst they done was in ninety-five. Poor ole Ben Bray, he'd still be alive It if wasn't for that camp-fire they left. But a burnt-out-home an' the kids bereft Of their dad. Yes; that was the toll that day; An' the fellers what done it miles away. Oh, there's fools in the forest as well as town. I ain't lettin' none o' me neighbors down. There's fools in the forests, as well I knows; Chancin' a burn when the north wind blows. An' they oughter be pinched . . . But them city skites, s**in' their f*gs an' strikin' their lights! Just let me catch 'em! Vindictive? Me? Ropeable, am I? Well, wouldn't you be If you suffered the same from their smokin' bu*ts? Three mile o' fencin' an' four good huts!