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EE-OH (anon.) 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 jumped up on a moonlight night; The stars they were shining, and all things bright; "Oho!" 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 listened 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 unto yonder wee town, ee-oh!" The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed, And out of the window she popped 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 the head; "Ah, ha!" said the farmer, "I think you're quite dead; And no more you'll trouble the town, ee-oh!" Notes: This version found in "The Children's Wonder Book" editors John R Crossla nd and J M Parrish. The book is a collection of poetry and stories for children, and published by "Odhams Press Ltd Long Acre, London WC2" with a copyright date of 1933 @animal filename[ FOXOUT6 NP  8note Sheet |
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