Foxing The Fox 歌词

"sniff the vermin out", "tally-ho and all that show!" "now sound the blasted horn, dear sir, won't you please?" "gentlemen, i keep my word - my wife will have a fur" "we'll have us all a fine kill - in time for tea, sir". heart is pounding, mind is racing, hunt is on through the brushwood, through the trees, must keep on i can hear bloodthirsty cries now can't be long before i face those snarling jaws, yes, head on. softly now i sense that they might draw me in they're across to cut me off, they'll have my skin quietly doubling back against a fearful noise hope to slip the net and miss the red-coat boys. "he should have come through here by now" "where has that vermin gone?" "he's escaped this time - but how?" "so close we were to him" "the blighters doubled back" "tally-ho! and all that show" "i guess we'll have him in the sack" "just a mile or so…." they've seen me now, i've slipped them once, yet at what cost? now i'm well within their sights, all might be lost just hope to find a place to hide where i'll be safe perhaps they'll all give in through this chase i'm weakening, i'm sickening i feel their breath raising hairs upon my neck, the chill of death. if i can just keep going for another mile perhaps i'll cheat them of their game and rest awhile. "the blighter's got away!" "how did he get away?" "the blighter's got away!"