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“Oh, ho!” said the Fox, “it's but a short mile
From this unto yonder town, e-oh!”
The Fox when he came to the Farmer's gate,
And long to be picking your bones, e-oh!”
The grey goose ran right round the hay-stack, “Oh, ho!” said the Fox, “you are very fat; You'll do well to ride on my
back From this into yonder town, e-oh!”
The Farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed, And out of the window she popp'd her head; “Oh, husband! oh, husband! the geese are all dead,
For the Fox has been through the town, e-oh!”
The Farmer he loaded his pistol with lead, And shot the old rogue of a Fox through the head : “Ah, ha!” said the Farmer, “I think you're quite dead,
And no more you'll trouble the town, e-oh!”
Treasury of Pleasure Books for
HER SON JACK.
ILLUSTRATED by John Absolon.