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REYNARD THE FOX On the first day of March in the year of ninety-three The first recreation was in this country The King's County gentlemen o'er hills, dales and rocks They rode so joyfuly in search of a fox Tally-ho, hark away, tally-ho hark away Tally-ho, hark away me boys away, hark away When Reynard was started he faced Tullamore And Arklow and Wicklow along the sea shore We kept his brush in view every yard of the way And it's straight he made his course for the street of Rosstrade For Reynard, sly Reynard lay hid there that night And we swore we would watch him until the daylight Next morning early the hills did resound Of the sweet smell of horses and the sweet cry of hounds When Reynard was started he faced to the hollow Where none but the footmen and hounds they could follow The gentlemen cried "Watch him, watch him, what will he do? If the rocks do not stop him he will cross Killaloe" When Reynard was captured his wishes to fulfill He sent for pen and paper and ink to write his will And what he made mention of, we found it no thank For he gave us a cheque on the National Bank. "Oh to you, Mr Casey, I leave my whole estate And to you, Mr Johnson, my money and my plate I give to you, Sir Monaghan, my whips, spurs and cap For you jumped hedge and ditches and ne'er looked for a gap." ------------------------------------------------------------- recorded by Sweeney's Men on "1968" This is a completely different song than REYNFOX. As this fox here seems to be quite human and is chased through the bigger part of Ireland. I assume that it is a parody based on some long-forgotten political affair in Ireland, but I really don't know for sure. @Irish @hunt @parody @humor filename[ REYNRDFX TUNE FILE: RENOLDS CLICK TO PLAY MJ |
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