| Oh the fox went out on a chilly night
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| Prayed for the moon to give him light
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| For he had many a mile to go that night
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| Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
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| Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o
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| He ran 'til he came to a great big pen
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| Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein
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| He said, «A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
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| Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
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| A couple of you are gonna grease my chin before I leave this town-o!»
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| He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
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| Threw the ducks across his back
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| He didn’t mind the «quack, quack, quack»
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| And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o
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| He didn’t mind the «quack, quack, quack» and the legs all danglin' down-o
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| Then old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed
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| Out of the window she popped her head
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| Cryin', «John, John, the grey goose is gone
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| And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
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| John! |
| John! |
| The grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o!»
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| Then John he ran to the top of the hill
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| Blew his horn both loud and shrill
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| The fox he said, «I better flee with my kill
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| For they’ll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,»
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| The fox he said, «I better flee with my kill for they’ll soon be on my trail-o»
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| Well he ran til he came to his cozy den
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| There were his little ones, eight, nine, ten
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| Cryin', «Daddy, daddy, better go back again
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| Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o
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| Daddy, daddy, better go back again cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!»
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| Then the fox and his wife, without any strife
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| Cut up the goose with a carving knife
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| They never had such a supper in their life
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| And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
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| They never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the
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| bones-o! |