Snare and deadfall, pit and noose
Drive your quarry where you choose
Baffle them with trick and ruse
Snare and deadfall, pit and noose

Snares are meant to catch and hold
Loop a vine with knot to hide it
Place just where the over-bold
Stick a foot or head inside it

Hook it to a counter-weight
Or a young and sturdy sapling
Use their manly pride as bait
Catch them with its sudden grappling

Snare and deadfall, pit and noose
Drive your quarry where you choose
Net them so they can’t get loose
Snare and deadfall, pit and noose

Deadfalls kill the prey with weight
Dropping down from high above them
Make it look like act of fate
Rocks and limbs with none to shove them

Carve the triggers out with care
Hide them so that none can see them
Greased with fat from boar or bear
So the slightest touch will free them

Snare and deadfall, pit and noose
Drive your quarry where you choose
Lost without a hope or clue
Snare and deadfall, pit and noose

Hidden pits for them to tread
Drop them down to kill or maim them
Men can’t fight if they are dead
Men march slower if you lame them

Line the holes with wood and spikes
Harden tips within the fire
Row on row like warrior’s pikes
Give them more than they desire

Snare and deadfall, pit and noose
Drive your quarry where you choose
Dead men cannot carry news
Snare and deadfall, pit and noose

Lead them on and lead them wrong
Make it look like nature’s crafting
Fear and greed will drive them on
Bite your tongue to keep from laughing

Let them think they’ve won the war
While the noose draws ever tighter
Deadly though these brigands are
Traps can take the toughest fighter

Snare and deadfall, pit and noose
Drive your quarry where you choose
With no choice except to lose
Snare and deadfall, pit and

Snare and deadfall, pit and noose
Drive your quarry where you choose
With no choice except to lose
Snare and deadfall, pit and noose