| The Fox: |
| Right behind me as I rush across the meadow |
| Hungry hounds are getting closer all the time |
| I can hear the sound of horses on the gallop |
| Don’t they know that in gods eyes it is a crime |
| City gents turn on their horses to go faster |
| has now become a battle cry |
| Why, I am tired and my legs are growing weaker |
| Could it be that I can see death going by At last I have found peace |
| Alone in the dark |
| But how long can I stay here |
| For I hear them’s bark |
| Breaking from cover now |
| Hearing the trumpet sound |
| Hey |
| Hissing and panting now |
| Fleeing across the ground |
| Hey |
| Dogs coming closer now |
| Knowing the time has come |
| Hey |
| Snarling and snapping, run |
| Senses becoming numb |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Ahh… |
| The Hunters: |
| Gather round and see the fun |
| Come and see what we have done |
| Today’s the day we’ve won our prize |
| We cut the fox right down to size |
| We got its brush, and leave its head |
| Perhaps to make a little more |
| We’ve got the rush and lots of laughs |
| And smear our faces in its blood |
| We go back and drink our fill |
| We meet again for another kill |
| We chase the fox right out of breath |
| And smell again the fear of death |