Fox Song – folk song dating back to the middle ages
The fox went out on a chilly night,
he prayed to the Moon to give him light,
for a many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o.
He ran till he came to a great big bin
where the ducks and the geese were put there in.
“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 grey goose by the neck,
threw the duck across his back;
he didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack,
and their legs all a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
he didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack,
and their legs all a-dangling down-o.
The old gray woman jumped out of bed;
out of the window she cocked her head,
Crying, “John, John! The grey goose is gone
and the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!”
Crying, “John, John, the grey goose is gone
and the fox is on the town-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.
