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The Little Red Fox

Song performed by: Dean Potter, Leslie Beukelman (vocals) and Tara Dirst (banjo). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.

TUNE --- "Old Dan Tucker."

The moon was up, and bright as day
The stars they winked in their quiet way ---
When a Kinderhook Fox was chased by a Coon
As the west wind whistled his bran new tune:

Get out of the way you're quite too late ---
You little Red Fox of the Empire State.

The Fox had hoped that the BUCKEYE BOYS
Would beat off the Coon with a thundering noise ---
But his heart grew sad, and his fur flew off,
Had he heard, while he hiccuped a church yard cough ---

Get out of the way, &c.

Over the line to old PENNSYLTUCK ---
The Fox thought he'd go in search of luck;
But the cry went up, "we don't want you here" ---
And they sung, as there drop't from his eye a tear ---

Get out of the way, &c.

On he went to old NORTH STATE ---
With the hope that "Old Rip" would avert his fate;
But when he got there, he lost his tail ---
And the coon boys sung, as he "cut" with a wail ---

Get out of the way, &c.

The tailless Fox then went to TENNESSEE,
To beg a little help from Old Hick-o-ree;
But he heard as he went, a loud shout for Jones,
And the song, as he scampered to save his bones ---

Get out of the way, &c.

Breathless with fear, and without a tail ---
The sight of a Coon-skin made him quail;
He jumped like a thief to a "cut dirt" tune,
And heard, while he yelled like a frightened loon,

Get out of the way, &c.

Then he leaped, with a limping gait ---
And took his way through MARYLAND State ---
But it followed him there like a hue and cry ---
That terrible sound which he could not fly ---

Get out of the way, &c.

Wearied and worn, and chased by the "Coon,"
His head became bald as a shaved babboon;
When he reached Lindenwald he sighed "I'm lucky;"
For the people all sing, as they shout "Kentucky."

Get out of the way, &c.

So the Fox lay down, and his voice got wheezy,
His face grew pale and his stomach uneasy;
He heaved, he kicked, and cried I am lost,
And the night-wind moaned as he gave up the ?

The little Red Fox is quite unlucky,
For the people are going for Old Kentucky.