The boar hound killed the hart;
The elk fooled him — ran free.
Our traps were empty.
The snow buried our cart.
We hauled the meat, left the skins.
While we risk death to survive,
The wealthy go skating!
Yea, they pray for their sins,
As we do just to stay alive.
It is very hard, not hating.
Our women, spiritually dead,
Will pay off all we owe
To those princely anointed,
While we hunt again tomorrow.
