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Thank you so much to Mark for his wonderful voice!
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The fox is out there though you can't see
She's out there 'Neath the willow tree
Upon the hill and looking on
To see if man and beast be gone
But gone they're not and nor will be
Til horns sound true and hounds shall see
So warm the scent and noses scurry
As riders think to chase and hurry
A hound shoots off as others tail
And horses canter up the trail
The scent is heating hounds are howling
Fox looks up, no time for prowling
Off she shoots to find a place
To leave no track for hounds to trace
But the scent is stronger to close upon
As the chase picks up and all hope is gone
Dashing, dashing, riders thrashing crops on beast
Tasting, tasting, hounds are tasting foxy feast
Or yet the feast to come!
She's out there 'Neath the willow tree
Upon the hill and looking on
To see if man and beast be gone
But gone they're not and nor will be
Til horns sound true and hounds shall see
So warm the scent and noses scurry
As riders think to chase and hurry
A hound shoots off as others tail
And horses canter up the trail
The scent is heating hounds are howling
Fox looks up, no time for prowling
Off she shoots to find a place
To leave no track for hounds to trace
But the scent is stronger to close upon
As the chase picks up and all hope is gone
Dashing, dashing, riders thrashing crops on beast
Tasting, tasting, hounds are tasting foxy feast
Or yet the feast to come!
