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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,
THE fox and his wife they had a great strife, 1 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!
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,
From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!
Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed, She opened the casement, and popped out her head; Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead,
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!”
M Y father he died, but I can't tell you how;
With my wing wang waddle oh,
I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,
I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
With my, &c.
I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;