Through the Mill

When I saw you die the death

Whilst beating animal

I ran to approach the poachers' nest

To strip them of their epauletYou really are the maddest beast

I've ever seen before

Three hundred pounds wrapped in my cave

We going to an islandI packed you up with trophy bones

And bridged you on the peak

We stayed to watch the ships come in

And drank to when the chase felt goodI really could not leave him there

They put him through the mill

I rode back home to tell my friends

The moon it makes the wine taste sweet