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Roger Whittaker

The Fox

 

The Fox

(album: The Magical World Of Roger Whittaker - 1975)


The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had 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 'til he came to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town-o

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
Throwed a duck across his back
He didn't amind with the quack, quack quack
And the legs all dang-ling down-o, down-o, down-o
Didn't amind with the quack, quack quack
And the legs all dang-ling down-o

Old mother Flipper Flapper 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
John, John, the grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying, Daddy, you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o

Well, the fox and his wife without any strife
Cut up the goose with a carving knife
They'd 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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