God gave the horse for man to ride,

And steel wherewith to fight,

And wine to swell his soul with pride

And women for delight:

But a better gift than these all four

Was when He made the fighting boar.

The horse is filled with spirit rare,

His heart is bold and free;

The bright steel flashes in the air,

And glitters hungrily.

But these were little use before

The Lord He made the fighting boar.

The ruby wine doth banish care,

But it confounds the head;

The fickle fair is light as air,

And makes the heart bleed red;

But wine nor love can tempt us more

When we may hunt the fighting boar.

When Noah’s big monsoon was laid,

The land began to ride again,

And then the first hog-spear was made

By the hands of Tubal Cain;

The sons of Shem and many more

Came out to ride the fighting boar.

Those ancient Jew boys went like stinks,

They knew not reck nor fear,

Old Noah knocked the first two jinks,

And Nimrod got the spear.

And ever since those times of yore

True men do ride the fighting boar.