In the timbers to Fennario,
the wolves are running 'round,
The winter was so hard and cold,
froze ten feet neath the ground.
Don't murder me,
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.
verse 2
As I sat down to my supper,
twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed,
that's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me,
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.
verse 3
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf,
six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window,
all I said was come on in.
Don't murder me,
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.
verse 4
The wolf came in, I got my cards,
we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades,
but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me,
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.
verse 5
In the backwash of Fennario,
the black and bloody mire,
The Dire Wolf collects his dues,
while the boys sing round the fire.
Don't murder me,
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.
Outro
Don't murder me,
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.
Please, don't murder me.