TradThe fox went out on a chilly night
Prayed for the moon to give him light
For he'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
Town-o, town-o
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
He ran till he came to a great big bin
The ducks and geese were put therein
Said, A couple of you will grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o
He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
Slung the little one over his back
He didn't mind their quack-quack-quack
And the legs all dangling down-o
Old Mother Snipper-Snapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Crying, John, John, the goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o
John he went to the top of the hill
Blew his horn both loud and shrill
The fox he said, I'd better flee with my kill
He'll soon be on my trail-o
He ran till he came to his cosy den
There were the little ones eight, nine, ten
They said, Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a very fine town-o
Then the fox and his wife without any strife
Cut up the goose with fork and knife
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o
(as sung by The Spinners)