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BLACK FOX (Graham Pratt) Well as we were out a hunting One morning in the spring Both hounds and horses were running well Made the hills and the valleys ring But to our great misfortune No fox there could be found Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still No fox moved over the ground Upspoke our master huntsman At the head of the hounds rode he "Well we have ridden for a full three hours But no fox have we seen "And there is strength still in me And I will have my chase And if only the Devil himself come by We'd run him such a race" And then there sprung like lightening A fox from out of his hole His fur was the color of a starless night His eyes like burning coal They chased him over the valley They chased him over the field They chased him down to the riverbank But never would he yield He's jumped into the water And he's swum to the other side He's laughed so hard that the greenwood shook Then he's turned to the huntsmen and cried "Ride on my gallant huntsmen When must I come again? Oh never shall you want for a fox To chase all over the plain Oh and when your need is greatest, Just call upon My Name I will come and you shall have The best of sport and game" All the men looked up in wonder And the hounds ran back to hide For the fox had changed to the Devil himself Where he stood on the other side And men and hounds and horses Went flying back to town And hard on their heels came a small black fox Laughing as he cried "Ride on my gallant huntsmen When must I come again? Oh never shall you want for a fox To chase all over the plain @hunt @devil @myth @animal copyright Graham Pratt recorded by Chris Foster and by Graham and Eileen Pratt filename[ BLACKFOX TUNE FILE: BLACKFOX CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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