ONE FROM THE FURIES

Well a piper sat down to play,
His pipe he began to tune
A fox chase the hare someone say
And it echoed around the room.

Now a fox run far for a hu u untar
To make him stand and cheer
Or is it for that little red dog
That we all fill with fear

(Ah fox, fox you little red fox
Heart beating in your breast
The hounds they do all follow you
And still you cannot rest)

Well the horses they race after you
Their bodies all foamed with sweat
And their half crazed masters riding them
Their minds all filled with death

Now with their minds set forth on the hunt
For you to kill their set
And not fearing for their own sweet lives
The fox they have to get

(Ahh)
When the dogs they chase after you
Their tong's loll left and right
And they scent the kill ahead of them
But your ends not yet in sight

But as they pass the coal black corns
Their barks grow loud and clear
And its then this little red doggy knows
Its death is drawing near
(Ahh)
Now men and dogs they gather round
For his life he fights to win
But the hunter's horn it sounded then
And they tore him limb from limb

So piper, play your last lament
A sad sunset in your mind
For this little red dog that was torn to shreds
His life ended by mankind
(Ahh fox, fox you little red fox)