Ballad of an Iroquois Fur Trader
I raised the gun I aimed the gun a moose
BAM pierced the heart I felt his spirit fly away
His meat, his hide, his bones I shall not waste
The price they can obtain is chosen by Bay

I laugh Jacob is not the best at traps
He swears and turns as red as beats in summer
The beavers free from the trap are dead he cheers
The trap alive no more less profit he fears
Jacob, I say, the trip will not take long
Kiulu, he say, the trip it will take long
Jacob, he may control the gold but still
He may not know the bear who steals man food

The wolves they sing at night, Jacob he scared
He sweats the shivers his heart is small loud drum
I laugh I sing wolf song, Jacob grab rum
His eyes grow large and red, Jacob got drunk

Crackle crackle, fire cooks fresh meat sun rise
Jacob he not very glad he say, Kiulu
We must go now or else we will lose time
I say, we may lose time, the boss be you

A river is life, a canoe your own body
Jacob, you must know this or you will drown
Kiulu, I know only this, we must sell now
For life is short, sell before your price goes down

The furs are priced so high, Jacob, rest day?
Kiulu, the furs are naught of what we need
Jacob, we need little we use the land
Well that can work, but only with luck, we survive

So we in canoe again, your boss more greedy?
‘Tis true, Kiulu, and thus, we are more needy
Jacob, your boss his greed can end right?
Jacob did not talk loud, a whisper, I hope