The Fox (Went Out On A Chilly Night) Chord Chart Page 2

p.2. The Fox

John, he ran to the top of the hill, blowed his horn, both loud and shrill

The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill, for they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o"

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The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill, for they'll soon be on my trail-o" o o

Well, he ran till he came to his cozy den, there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten

Cryin', "Daddy, daddy, better go back again, for it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o

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Daddy, daddy, better go back again, for it must be a mighty fine town-o" o o

Then the fox and his wife, without any strife, cut up the goose with a carving knife

They never had such a supper in their life, and the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o

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They never had such a supper in their life, and the little ones chewed on the bones-o o o o o

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