Heather Dale - Black fox

^AAs we were out a-hunting, one morning in the ^Gspring ^ABoth hounds and horses, ^Amrunn^Eming ^Fwell, made the hills and the ^Gvalleys ^Aring ^ABut to our great misfortune, no fox there could be f^Gound ^AOur huntsmen cursed and ^Amswore ^Embut ^Fstill no fox moved ^Gover the ^Aground

^AAnd up spoke our master huntsman, the master of the ^Gchase ^A"If only the Devil him^Amself ^Emcome ^Fby, we'd run him ^Gsuch a ^Arace!" ^AAnd up there sprung like lightning a fox from out of his ^Ghole ^AHis fur was the colour of a ^Amstar^Emless ^Fnight, and his eyes ^Glike burning ^Acoals

^AAnd they chased him over the valley, and they chased him over the ^Gfields; ^AThey chased him down to the ^Amriv^Emer ^Fbank, but never ^Gwould he ^Ayield ^AAnd he jumped into the water, and he's swum to the ot^Gher side ^AAnd he laughed so loud that the ^Amgreen ^Emwoods ^Fshook Then he turned to the ^Ghuntsmen and he's ^Acried:

^A"Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come ^Gagain? ^AFor you should never ^Amwant ^Emfor a ^Ffox to chase all ^Gover the ^Aglen ^AAnd when your need is greatest, just call upon my ^Gname ^AAnd I will come, and ^Amyou ^Emshall ^Fhave the best of ^Gsport and ^Agame!"

^AAnd the men looked up in wonder and the hounds run back to ^Ghide ^AFor the fox, it changed to the ^AmDevil ^Emhimsel^Ff where he stood on the ot^Gher si^Ade ^AAnd the men, the hounds, the horses went flying back to ^Gtown ^AAnd hard on their heels come a ^Amlittle ^Emblack ^Ffox, laughing ^Gas he ^Aran

^A"Ride on, my gallant huntsmen! When must I come ^Gagain? ^AFor you should never ^Amwant ^Emfor a ^Ffox to chase all ^Gover the ^Aglen ^AAnd when your need is greatest, just call upon my ^Gname ^AAnd I will come, and ^Amyou ^Emshall ^Fhave the best of ^Gsport and ^Agame!"