I'm about to get tired of this.
This Old Fox
(A square-dance tune)
Sly fox, laughing fox,
Dancing on the hill,
Dogs have never caught me yet,
I think they never will!
Loud man, Drive man,
Baying at the moon—
Tomorrow I’ll be on my way,
And you’ll have to chase a ’coon!
Every time the rooster crows,
I see the hawk fly over—
All you chicks and goslings
Better run for cover!
Wild hawk, chicken hawk,
Shadow on the moon,
Wish I had my true love here
To sing me a pretty tune!
Mary Jane, Sary Jane,
Put on your finest gown,
For when the fiddlers strike a tune
We’ll have a real hoedown!
’Possum up a ’simmon tree,
Raccoon on the ground—
Raccoon says, “You son of a gun,
Shake some ’simmons down!”
Wild grapes, sour grapes,
Growing on the hill,
Hunters never caught me yet,
I think they never will!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Oak Mountain Echoes
Page 15 (copyright 2001 Joanne R. Cage)
1st prize, State contest, 1994.
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Dear Madame,
I want to use this as a song in my book, one that Them Boys sing. At the beginning of the story, it could be Harold, Sam Nash, Uncle Buddy and Cowboy when they go out at night together. Then, at the end when Henry is playing the fiddle and Cowboy is playing his guitar.
As a matter of fact, I think I'll go figure out the guitar chords right now.
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