An old farmer is plowing with his tractor on the field
The plough is biting furrows and now see the clay soil yield
Farmer sings his happy song and tractor engine hums
and sky is blue and beatuiful, with rays of morning sun

'Tis moose or nay?
'Tis moose or no?
and sky is blue and beatuiful, with rays of morning sun

Horns are honking deep in woods and hounds are barking too
It's hunting party closing with the dogs and shooting crew
As those red-clad fellows get out woods they stop and have a look
if prey is in the sight and if it will be a chance to shoot

'Tis moose or nay?
'Tis moose or no?
if prey is in the sight and if it is a chance to shoot

The old farmer's still plowing with his tractor on the field
The hunters yell "Its's moose! Now quick, we'll have its fate now sealed!"
Rifles rise on shoulders as they cannot wait no more -
"Ready! Aim! Fire !" Now hear the broadside roar!

'Tis moose or nay?
'Tis moose or no?
"Ready! Aim! Fire!" Now hear the broadside road

Now air is full of powdersmoke, as tractor eats the lead
the farmer's shakes and shivers and he thinks he'll soon be dead
So he runs like he was crazy on the furrow to the brush -
Dodging bullets passing him and shreaking as they rush

'Tis moose or nay?
'Tis moose or no?
Dodging bullets passing him and shreaking as they rush

And hunters are now happy: "Hey! Now look, we felled the prey!"
But one of them is not so glad and then he says "Oi vey!"
"Now aint't that moose so big and beautiful and nice and chic -
unfortunately calf of hers was little bit too quick!"

'Tis moose or nay?
'Tis moose or no?
Unfortunately calf of hers was little bit too quick