Clothed all in leather, With cap under his chin, How do you do, and how do you And how do you do again! do, HE fox and his wife they had a great strife, TH They never eat mustard in all their whole life; They eat their meat without fork or knife, And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho! The fox jumped up on a moonlight night; The fox when he came to yonder stile, From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho! The fox when he came to the farmer's gate, And long to be picking your bone, e-ho! The grey goose she ran round the hay-stack, You'll grease my beard and ride on my back Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed, Then the old man got up in his red cap, When he got up to the top of the hill, Through the town, oh! When the fox came back to his den, He had young ones both nine and ten, "You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again, If you bring us such nice meat From the town, oh!" M |