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The fox went out one winter night And prayed the moon to give him light For he'd many a mile to go that night Before he reached his den Den O Den O For he'd many a mile to go that night For he'd many a mile to go that night Before he reached his den O
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At last he came to a farmer's yard Where the ducks and geese were all afeared The best of you all shall grease my beard Before I leave the town Town O Town O The best of you all shall grease my beard The best of you all shall grease my beard Before I leave the town O
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He took the grey goose by the neck He laid a duck across his back And heeded not their quack quack quack The legs all dangling down Down O Down O And heeded not their quack quack quack And heeded not their quack quack quack The legs all dangling down
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Then old mother Slipper Slopper jumped out bed And out the window she popped her head Crying Oh John John the grey goose is dead And the fox is over the Down O Down O Crying John John the grey goose is dead Crying Oh John John the grey goose is dead And the fox is over the down O
Zwrotka 5
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Then John got up to the top of the hill And blew his horn both loud and shrill Blow on said Reynard your music still Whilst I trot home to my den Den O Den O Blow on said Reynard your music still Blow on said Reynard your music still Whilst I trot home to my den O
Zwrotka 6
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At last he came to his cosy den Where sat his young ones nine or ten Quoth they Daddy you must go there again For sure it is a luckTown O Town O Quoth they Daddy you must go there again Quoth they Daddy you must go there again For sure it is a lucktown O
Zwrotka 7
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The fox and wife without anstrife They cut up the goose without fork or knife And said twas the best they had eat in their life And the young ones picked the bones Bones O Bones O And said twas the best they had eat in their life And said twas the best they had eat in their life And the young ones picked bones O