| A | E | G | D | |
| In the | timbers of Fennario, the | wolves are runnin' ' | round, |
| D | E | |
| The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the | ground. |
| E | D | E | A | D | |
| Don't murder | me, | I beg of | you don't murder | me. |
| E | D | A | |
| Pleas | e don't murder | me. |
| E | G | D | |
| I | sat down to my supper, ' | twas a bottle of red whis | key. |
| A | FDont murder E | D | A | D | |
| I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the | last they saw of | me, | I beg of | you don't murder | me. |
| E | D | A | |
| Pleas | e don't murder | me. |
| G | E | A | G | D | |
| When I awoke, the | dire wolf, six | hundred | pounds of | sin, |
| D | E | |
| Was grinnin' at my window, all I said was "Come on | in" |
| E | D | E | A | E | D | A | |
| Don't murder | me, | I beg of | you don't murder [F | Pleas | e don't murder | me. |
| FD | E | |
| I cut my deck to the queen of spades but the cards were all the | same. |
| E | D | E | A | E | D | A | |
| Don't murder | me, | I beg of | you don't murder [F | Pleas | e don't murder | me. |
| E | G | D | |
| In the | backwash of Fennario, the | black and bloody | mire, |
| E | |
| The dire wolf collects his due while the boys sing 'round the | fire. |
| E | D | E | A | D | |
| Don't murder | me, | I beg of | you don't murder | me. |
| E | D | A | |
| Pleas | e don't murder | me. |