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Deer and pheasants, game and foxes, 



Beef to eat and Southdown mutton, 



All that any man could wish for ? 



Why ? because the bear, the " Feld-Kong," 



He, the " gammel man," the " Bjorn," 



Wandered free upon the fjeld, 



Laughing at the drengs and bonders, 



Taking sheep, and cows, and piges ; 



Caring nothing for their shot guns. 



For their shouts, and shrieks, and bowlings ; 



Living as he did aforetime 



In the days of song and saga, 



King of all the beasts in INorway, 



Fearing no man, royal " Feld-Kong." 



This it was that Patrick pondered 



Three long years in vain endeavour, 



Face to face to meet the monster, 



And with gun or rifle slay him. 



So at last in Surendalen, 



He, the gammel man, the Bjorn, 



Killing lambs and biting tree-tops, 



Came too near the mighty hunter. 



Came too near the strong man, Patrick. 



In a reindeer skin bag laid he, 



On the fjeld two nights watched he. 



Till at last the bear, unthinking. 



Caring nought for dreng or bonder, 



Came too near the wily Patrick — 



Came and sat down chewing dead lamb, 



Pawing up with joy the pieces 



From the earth where he had laid them, 



Till a shot, well aimed and steady, 



Lowly laid the bear, the Bjorn ; 



