In the farhest North where the air cracks cold,
He roams through the wilds on his lone patrol.
When the law is broken, the story is told,
He shows up ready, and he shows up bold.

From his moosehide soles to his sealskin top,
He's a frontier lawman and a wilderness cop.
The good folks sleep better when he is around,
And the criminals hide till he leaves town.

Respect means trust from those he protects,
Respect means fear from those he collects,
And he doesn't much care if you like him or not;
If you break the law, then you've cast your lot.

So you'd better be good or you'll go down hard,
'Cause he carries all your rights on a little white card.
Whatever your specialty, be it burglary or rape,
He'll get your wicked story down on tape.

If he asks you a question, then you'd better not lie;
He can separate the clean from the dirty in your eye.
If you cuss him he'll smile, but you'd better smile, too,
Or your justice will be swifter than the judges usually do.

And if you decide to fight him, you'd better bring a friend,
'Cause he'll chew you up and he'll spit you out again,
And he'll drag your carcass to the nearest jail
Where the water is thin and the bread is stale.

When he comes to the city, if you're lucky you can see him
Out on the town, spending his per diem.
Strange tales are told of a shadow in the night,
And the dirty dope pushers who were brought into the light.

He stalks his quarry midst the mountains and the forest;
Then he brings the old jailer a few more guests.
What do you do when you smell a rat?
You don't get a puppy, you bring in a cat.

Bootleggers, windowbreakers, rapists, assaulters,
Dope pushers, gunshooters, he never falters.
When you think he can't find you, better look behind you,
All you Tom, Dick, and Harrys, Jim-Bobs and Walters.

As the northern lights swarm in the night above,
Many a tale is told 'round a cracklin' stove
Of the legend of the Constable who might be near
While the criminal grumbles in his corner of fear.