Madirine Rue

As I was walking o’er the hill, I spied a fox and he’s eatin',
Cute little fox is hiddin' in the firs and the tops of his two ears is peepin'.
Good morrow, fox. Good morrow, sir. Pray what is that you’re eatin'?
Fine fat goose I stole from you, now wan’t you come and taste it?
Oh, no, indeed, bold fox, I said, how dare you boldly taunt me?
I wow and swear that you’ll dearly pay for that fine goose you’re eatin'.
Bad access to you, you big, bad fox, that stole my geese an' ate them.
Great big cocks, my fine fat hens and the nicest little ducks in Erin.
Maderine rue, rue, rue, rue, maderine rue ta graine,
Maderine rue and is hiddin' in the firs and the tops of his two ears were
peepin'.