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Thread #13266   Message #3818953
Posted By: Nigel Parsons
08-Nov-16 - 10:02 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night
As this has been resurrected, one I posted in another discussion several years ago (Just after the hunting ban) as the government is again discussing a possible vote to overturn the ban:

A good time to refresh!

THE FOX NO MORE HUNTED
(Nigel Parsons)(November '03)

The fox went out on a chilly night
Gave thanks to the moon for its gracious light,
And that cruel men had lost the right
To hunt his family down-o down-o down-o
Cruel men had lost the right
To hunt his family down-o

He came at last to a chicken farm
Where the inmates he could cause alarm
He made his way, both cool and calm
Now men could do him no harm-o harm-o harm-o
He made his way, both cool and calm
Now men could do him no harm-o

Fox dug his way in the chicken run,
Thought that he would have some fun
Heard a bang from the farmer's gun,
And slunk away from the town-o town-o town-o
Heard a bang from the farmer's gun,
And slunk away from the town-o

Fox fed at last on a chickens egg,
Limped along on a broken leg
To the moon above he'd have to beg
That a huntsman might put him down-o down-o down-o
To the moon above he'd have to beg
That a huntsman might put him down-o

Fox died at length in his hidden earth,
Of food for days there'd been a dearth
To the moon above, he cursed his birth
And his blood-matted fur was all brown-o brown-o brown-o
To the moon above, he cursed his birth
And his blood-matted fur was all brown-o


It's a long time since I've sung this, looking again, the last but one verse might be better with a swap in the first two lines:
Fox limped along on a broken leg,
Fed at last on a chickens egg,
To the moon above he'd have to beg


Hm
Maybe tonight at Cardiff's 'Open Mic'