[ Featuring Cambridge, The St Catharine's Girls' Choir ]
The fox and his wife they had a great strife
They never eat mustard in all their whole life
They eat their meat without fork or knife
And lov'd to be picking a bone, ee-oh!
The fox jump'd up on a moonlight night
The stars they were shining, and all things bright
O-ho!' said the fox, It's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, ee-oh!'
The fox, when he came to yonder stile
He lifted his lugs and he listen'd a while!
Oh, ho!' said the fox, it's a very short mile
From this unto yonder wee town, ee-oh!'
The fox when he came to the farmer's gate
Who should he see but the farmer's drake
I love you well for your master's sake
And long to be picking your bone, ee-oh!'
The grey goose she ran round the farmer's stack,'
Oh, ho!' said the fox, you are plump and fat
You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
From this into yonder wee town, ee-oh'
The farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed
And out of the window she popp'd her head!
Oh, husband! oh, husband! The geese are all dead
For the fox has been through the town, ee-oh!'
The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead
And shot the old rogue of a fox through his head
Ah, ha!' said the farmer, I think you're quite dead
And no more you'll trouble the town, ee-oh!'
