Fox Songchestnut song
" Grabbing the duck by the throat, he tossed the duck behind his back; he didn't care about her quack, quack, quack, quack and her leg, all confused downward-up, down-up, down-up, down-up, down-up, he didn't care about her quack, quack and her leg, all confused down-up. An old mother clattered out of our beds; out of the windows she hit her skull, and the fox is on the Stadt-o, Stadt-o, Stadt-o, Stadt-o, Stadt-o" and the fox is on the Stadt-o!
You said: Papa, you better go back, for it must be a very beautiful city, city, city, city, city! "They said: Papa, you better go back, because it must be a nice town," cuts open the duck with a hook and a blade, and the little ones chew on bone oh, bone- oh, bone- oh, bone- oh, and the little ones chew on bone oh.
The song (under the name "Dame Widdle Waddle") was thus included in Joseph Ritson's Gammer Gurton's Garland (1810): Both of the oldest editions date from the 15th c. 1500 and are in Middle English. First one, usually named "The Fox and the Goose", proceeds as follows:
" He' tente a gosling all that is haye; quickly the gosling began to craye; and once, "Fals fox, ley es doowne!" she goes to the wendwode with me, schche and me vanther a tree, e-mange the beryis browser. Wrong fox came to the owl yard, and so he looked for a quick geese; With how, fox, how, how, how!
Don't come to rob us no more! Then the fox came to us, and there he made the geese hepherd. Wrong fox came to our door and took our geese to where they were sitting. Wrong fox came to ower hall doore; and shave our geese there in the pile.
Wrong fox came into our hall and besoyled our geese both grte and small. Wrong fox came to our cow, and there he made our cow's stow away. It gave him the creeps, and the cow began to croak. Good Vyfe came out in her smoke, and at the fox she tossed it here ork.
Then the good man came out with his clay and hit the fox on the tree. Wrong fox went into his cave, and there he was totally more thanne. It still came the following week, and both hen and check hen tke as well. And the good man said to his wyfe: This false fox liveth a relly lif.
" Forget the fox kamme utoun a days, and with ure se he made an etch. And he hit a duck at the river and had her say, "Wheccumquek! "I' m praying the fox," said the geese, "pick up from my fingers, but not from mine." So he made a song title in honour of his grandpa.