Once there was a ranger, singing by a woodland pond Deep in the forest, wild and free And he sang to the deer, and the ducks that lived there thereabouts Who’ll dance and pirouette a hornpipe with me

Ranger the stranger, ranger the stranger Who could be stranger than the ranger, not me And he sang to the deer and the ducks that lived there thereabouts Who’ll dance and pirouette a hornpipe with me

Down came a bull moose to drink his fill within the pond The ranger grabbed his dancing shoes from a tree Well, the moose ran ashore, and chased the ranger angrily You’ll dance and pirouette a hornpipe with me

Ranger the stranger, ranger the stranger Running for his precious life desperately And the moose kept on chasing that ranger deep into the bush You’ll dance and pirouette the hornpipe with me

The ranger kept on running until he fell over a cliff You’ll never catch me alive said he And he sang as he fell a hundred feet into a beaver pond Now who’ll dance and pirouette a hornpipe with me

Ranger the stranger, ranger the stranger Plunging through the atmosphere one two three And his ghost may be heard, as you walk by the beaver pond Who’ll dance and pirouette a hornpipe with me.