SONGS. 89

 

CLIX.
THE fox and his wife they had a great strife,
They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
They ate their meat without fork or knife,
And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!

The fox jumped up on a moonlight night,
The stars they were shining, and all things bright;
Oh, ho! said the fox, it’s a very fine night

For me to go through the town, e-ho!

The fox when he came to yonder stile,

He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile ;

Oh, ho! said the fox, it’s but a short mile
From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!

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 nicking your bone, e-hol