The Fox
                               Traditional

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

He ran til he came to a great big bin,
Where the ducks and the geese were put therein,
Said (S:) ``A couple of you will grease my chin,
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
A couple of you will grease my chin,
Before I leave this town-o.''

He grabbed the gray goose by the neck,
Slung the ducks across his back,
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack,
And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack,
And the legs all dangling down-o.

Then old Mother Pitter-patter jumped out of bed,
Out of the window she cocked her head,
Crying, ``John, John! The gray goose is gone,
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!''
``John, John! The gray goose is gone,
And the fox is on the town-o!''

Then John, he went to the top of the hill,
Blew his horn both loud and shrill,
The fox he said, ``I better flee with my kill,
He'll soon be on my trail-o, (A:) trail-o, trail-o!''
The fox he said, ``I better flee with my kill,
He'll soon be on my trail-o!''

He ran till he came to his cozy den,
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten,
They said, ``Daddy, Daddy, better go back again,
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!''
They said, ``Daddy, Daddy, better go back again,
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!''

Then the fox and his wife without any strife,
Cut up the goose with a fork and knife,
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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