Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 08 Nov 16 - 10:02 AM

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'

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night
From: GUEST
Date: 08 Nov 16 - 01:06 PM

Fox went out on a chilly night
And they played to the loons and the radical right
For they'd many a lie to go that night
Before they shut it down-o

They ran 'til they put on a great big spin
Where the legs of the babes were shown therein
Each one's blonde and feminine
And they all wear a very short gown-o

They blabbed the day's news yakety-yak
They raked some muck they could not back
They didn't mind their quack, quack, quack
And their legs all danglin' down-o

Well, old channel flipper-flopper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John did you hear what they said
And Fox is on the town-o
                
O'Reilly came with his poison pen
He's on and on at 8, 9, 10
He says it twice and he says it again
He must be a mighty fine clown-o, clown-o, clown-o

Then Fox went on to create more strife
They cut up the news with a fork and a knife
They never had such ratings in their life
So they kept on casting stones-o

Bev and Jerry

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night
From: GUEST,keberoxu
Date: 08 Nov 16 - 01:22 PM

That last parody is lovely!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night
From: FreddyHeadey
Date: 25 Oct 18 - 04:30 PM

A thirteen verse version from 1894

More English Fairy Tales 
by Joseph Jacobs

Old Mother Wiggle-Waggle

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 went out, one still, clear night,
And he prayed the moon to give him light,
For he'd a long way to travel that night,
?Before he got back to his den-o!

The fox when he came to yonder stile,
He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!
"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's but a short mile
?From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!"

And first he arrived at a farmer's yard,
Where the ducks and the geese declared it was hard,
That their nerves should be shaken and their rest should be marred
?By the visits of Mister Fox-o!

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 bones, e-ho!"

The grey goose she ran round the hay-stack,
"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "you are very fat;
You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
?From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!

Then he took the grey goose by her sleeve,
And said: "Madam Grey Goose, by your leave
I'll take you away without reprieve,
?And carry you back to my den-o!"

And he seized the black duck by the neck,
And slung him all across his back,
The black duck cried out "quack, quack, quack,"
?With his legs all dangling down-o!

Old Mother Wiggle-Waggle hopped out of bed,
Out of the window she popped her old head;
"Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is gone,
?And the fox is off to his den, oh!"

Then the old man got up in his red cap,
And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
?And ran through the town, the town, oh!

When he got to the top of the hill,
He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
For joy that he was safe and sound
?Through the town, oh!

But at last he arrived at his home again,
To his dear little foxes, eight, nine, ten,
Says he "You're in luck, here's a fine fat duck,
?With his legs all dangling down-o"!

So he sat down together with his hungry wife,
And they did very well without fork or knife,
They never ate a better duck in all their life,
?And the little ones picked the bones-o!

https://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/More_English_Fairy_Tales/Old_Mother_Wiggle-Waggle 

Joseph Jacobs  (29 August 1854 – 30 January 1916)
was an Australian folklorist, translator, literary critic, social scientist, historian and writer of English literature who became a notable collector and publisher of English folklore. 
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Jacobs 

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