Dead Duck

Tune: John Peel (Trad.)

Do you ken Bruce Smith in his wet weather gear
Crouching in mud right up to his ear
Cradling the gun that he holds so dear
With a view to a death in the morning?

Chorus:   With the pops and bangs an endless refrain
                 The muffled squawks as they fall like rain
                   Protected or not, they all look the same
       When they want a dead duck in the morning.

Yes I ken Bruce Smith and Rastus too
Mangy old hound with a bone to chew
Brings back a duck through the mud like glue
In the hope of a feast in the morning.

Chorus

Did you see Bruce Smith when they checked his bag
No freckled duck with a wildlife tag
Hidden away like an unwanted gag
So he doesn’t get caught in the morning?

Chorus

Did you mourn Bruce Smith when they put him away?
Stood up in his hide at the break of day
The shots came at him from every way
When they thought him a duck in the morning.

Chorus

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