"Lie down, my newly married wife
Lie easy as you can
You're young, and ill-accustomed yet
To sleeping with a man."

The snow was deep, the moon was full
As it shown on the cabin floor
His young bride rose without a word
And ran barefoot through the door

He up and followed, fast and sure
And an angry man was he
But his young bride wasn't e'er in sight
And only the moon shone clearly

He followed her track through the new deep snow
Calling out loud her name
Only the dingoes in the hills
Yowled back at him again

Then the hair stood up along his neck
And his angry mind was gone
For where the two-foot track gave out
A four-footed track went on

Her nightgown lay upon the snow
As it might on a bed sheet
And the tracks that led from where it lay
Were never of human feet

He first started in to walking back
Then he began to run
And his quarry turned all in her track
And hunted him in turn

An empty bed still waits for him
As he lies in a crimson tide
Beware, beware, oh trapper men
Beware of a griesly bride