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"The Red Fox"
Coming out into the day and all that I can see
Is the red and white of the King’s army
I’ll meet with them among the pine
I’ll meet with them by noon
The dirge will sound on the morrow’s noon
I was not born into this time
To cleave the soil or work the mine
I came to claim my enemy
And be the fox’s destiny
I follow on in silence with a quiet heart in fear
I will be done before the dawn if I’m found here
I stand up as he passes and the time has come at last
The prey goes down at the metals crash
I was not born into this time
To cleave the soil or work the mine
I came to claim my enemy
And be the fox’s destiny
Kidnapped in the dead of night
I did no wrong, I will not fight
It was not me, I will not run
But I believe in what was done
John, John, there’s something wrong
The guns are found and the fox is gone
John, John, before too long
It will be me they hang it on
So send me off to the colony shore
Or send me where I’ll laugh no more
I will tell none of what I know
Let the hunter walk where need must go
John, John, there’s something wrong
The guns are found and the fox is gone
John, John, before too long
It will be me they hang it on
I will tell none of what I know
Let the hunter walk where need must go
John, John, before too long
It will be me they hang this on
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Thanks to those who have assisted with lyrics transcription and/or correction: Jonathan Berkey, Michael Bickley, Todd Carrier, Tony Dennison, Mattias Engvall, Svein B. Hjorthaug, Kimberly Hynd, Jeff Cetola, Lewis Crow, Ian Ingham, Christian Jennings, Thomas Kercheval, John Lewis, Simon McKenzie, Allard Mosk, Eric Mossfeldt, Erle Mundle, Martin Powell, Brady Severns, Valeri Shaw, Jeroen Sprenkeler, Bas van Giesen, Michael Wallack and Greg Ziegler. Special thanks to Oliver Hunter. |