In the Delving Fields a-rolling on a darkling autumn eve
Came a howling up by Waymeet like a fell voice in the air.
Bounder Tallfoot by the roadside stood, when a fellow, running, came,
Said to Tallfoot: "There are wolves up in my farmyard green and fair!"
Now Tallfoot was a brave young lad, so with bounder's club in hand
He went out at once and headed North to see the wolves be gone.
At the farmer's field he stopped, and looked about, and there could see
Thirteen beasts had et the chickens and were tearing up the lawn.
Not deterred, good master Tallfoot rode up to the backyard door,
And at once the wolves surrounded him with murder in their eyes.
But Tallfoot took his fiddle, played a tune to entrance the beasts,
Then laid about him with his club and dropped them one by one like flies.
Bounder Tallfoot then returned to see the fellow he had saved,
Said the wolves had been sent packing and the farm was his to keep.
Now the fellow, overjoyed, went home to fix his broken yard,
But brave Tallfoot played his fiddle and he sang himself to sleep.
