CAPTURE OF ALBERT JOHNSON
Wilf Carter
Wilf Carter


T'was up in that far north country
Lived a trapper thought insane
Two of his redskin neighbors
To the police sent a complaint


Two redcoats of the mounties
Who are known for their fame
Went north to find the trouble
That the trapper was put to blame


They journyed out to his cabin
No harm was meant you know
But the trapper with his six gun
He laid a mounty low


It was then that the trouble started
And as this story goes forth
It was the greatest manhunt
In the history of the north


For weeks and weeks they trailed him
Through the snow and the bitter cold
The hardships that they endured
We folks will never know


Once when they had him surrounded
While trailing him through the snow
He back tracked on his trailers
This man they thought insane


Down deep in the snow for shelter
With bullets flying low
He aimed another deadly shot
Laid another mountie low


The rest of them heard the shooting
And quickly joined the lead
And under a hail of bullets
His riddled body lay dead


Now the greatest of the manhunts are ended
In the history of that Northern land
But we'll give credit to the mounties
They always get their man








(Contributed by Corey Walker - November 2007)