Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Fox, Traditional, By David Hubbard




"The Fox"

The Fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o

He ran till he came to a great big pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o

He grabbed the great goose by the neck
He threw a duck across his back
And he didn't mind the quack, quack quack
And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o
He didn't mind the quack, quack quack
And the legs all danglin' down-o

Old mother Pitter Patter  jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head
Cryin' John, John the great goose is gone
The Fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
John, John the great goose is gone
And the Fox is on the town-o

Well John he ran to the top of the hill
Blew his horn both loud and shrill
The fox he said better flee with my kill
They’ll soon be on my trailo, trailo, trailo
The fox he said better flee with my kill
They’ll soon be on my trailo

He ran till he came to his cozy den
And there were the little ones 8, 9, 10
Sayin' Daddy, Daddy better go back again
It must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o
Daddy, Daddy go back again
For it must be a mighty fine town-o

The Fox and his Wife, without any strife
They cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
And they never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o

They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o

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