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THE FOX DOWN THE LANE
(based on a song I heard in Canterbury, England in 2006)

Here’s health to the boss
Who pays for this feast
And we wish he may find
A soft bed to rest.
May all his deeds prosper
That he may invest
For then we have work
And sweet maids to kiss
Drink, lads, drink
Take care not to spill
For if you do, you must drink two--
The boss pays the bill

Today’s work has ended
And supper is past
Here’s Health to the mistress
And no empty glass.
She’s a good woman
She’s prepared us good cheer
Heads up my brave lads
And drink all your beer
Drink, my lads, drink
This time you drink three
The longer we drink
The happier we’ll be.

In yon green wood there lies an old fox
Close by his den you may catch him or not
Ten thousand to one, you catch him or not
His beard and his bush are all of one color (singer drinks the glass of his neighbor’s beer)
Sorry my friend, that your glass is not fuller
Tis down the red lane, tis down the red lane
So merrily hunt the fox down the red lane.

(based on an old English drinking song)

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