The Old Gray Fox

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We started from the Valley Pride,
      And Farnham way we went.
We waited at the cover-side,
      But never found a scent.
Then we tried the withy beds
      Which grow by Frensham town,
And there we found the old gray fox,
            The same old fox,
            The game old fox;
Yes, there we found the old gray fox,
      Which lives on Hankley Down.
                  So here's to the master,
                  And here's to the man!
            And here's to twenty couple
            Of the white and black and tan!
      Here's a find without a wait!
      Here's a hedge without a gate!
      Here's the man who follows straight,
            Where the old fox ran.

The Member rode his thoroughbred,
      Doctor had the gray,
The Soldier led on a roan red,
      The Sailor rode the bay.
Squire was there on his Irish mare,
      And Parson on the brown;
And so we chased the old gray fox,
            The same old fox,
            The game old fox,
And so we chased the old gray fox
      Across the Hankley Down.
                  So here's to the master,
                  And here's to the man!
                        &c. &c. &c.

The Doctor's gray was going strong
      Until she slipped and fell;
He had to keep his bed so long
      His patients all got well.
The Member he had lost his seat,
      'Twas carried by his horse;
And so we chased the old gray fox,
            The same old fox,
            The game old fox;
And so we chased the old gray fox
      That earthed in Hankley Gorse.
                  So here's to the master,
                  And here's to the man!
                        &c. &c. &c.

The Parson sadly fell away,
      And in the furze did lie;
The words we heard that Parson say
      Made all the horses shy!
The Sailor he was seen no more
      Upon that stormy bay;
But still we chased the old gray fox,
            The same old fox,
            The game old fox;
Still we chased the old gray fox
      Through all the winter day.
                  So here's to the master,
                  And here's to the man!
                        &c. &c. &c.

And when we found him gone to ground,
      They sent for spade and man;
But Squire said 'Shame! The beast was game!
      A gamer never ran!
His wind and pace have gained the race,
      His life is fairly won.
But may we meet the old gray fox,
            The same old fox,
            The game old fox;
May we meet the old gray fox
      Before the year is done.
                  So here's to the master,
                  And here's to the man!
            And here's to twenty couple
            Of the white and black and tan!
            Here's a find without await!
            Here's a hedge without a gate!
            Here's the man who follows straight,
                  Where the old fox ran.


This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1923.


The author died in 1930, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 80 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.