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NE misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather, There I met an old man Clothed all in leather ;
Clothed all in leather,
HE fox and his wife they had a great strife,
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;
For me to go through the town, e-ho!
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,
grease my beard and ride on my back From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!
Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
And the fox is gone through the town, oh!
Then the old man got up in his red cap, ,
And ran through the town, the town, oh!
When he got up to the top of the hill,
Through the town, oh!
When the fox came back to his den,
From the town, oh!”