A
The fox went out on a chilly night
                          E7
He prayed for the moon to give him light
A                       D
For he’d many a mile to go that night
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Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
D                   A              E7                    A
He’d many a mile to go that night, before he reached the town-o


A
He ran ‘til he came to the farmer’s pen
                             E7
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
A                                   D
He said, “A couple of you are gonna grease my chin”
 A        E7         A       E7      A
“Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o”
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“Couple of you are gonna grease my chin, before I leave this town-o”

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A
He grabbed the great goose by the neck
                    E7
And he threw a duck across his back
A                      D
And he didn’t mind the quack, quack
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And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o
D                  A                    E7                A
He didn't mind the quack, quack and the legs all dangling down-o


          A
Well, the old grey woman jumped out of bed
                      E7
Out of the window she popped her head
         A                     D
Crying, “John, John, the great goose is gone
    A      E7     A       E7      A
The fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o”
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“John, John, the great goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o”

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   A
He ran ‘til he came to his nice warm den
                                E7
And there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
         A                    D
Sayin’, “Daddy, Daddy, better go back again
   A         E7         A       E7      A
It must be a might fine town-o, town-o, town-o”
 D              A
“Daddy, Daddy,  go back again
       E7                   A
For it must be a might fine town-o”


A
The fox and his wife, without any strife
                        E7
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
A                     D
They never had such a supper in their life
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And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
D                     A
They never had such a supper in their life
        E7                        A
And the little ones chewed on the bones

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