Black Fox

As we were out a hunting one morning in the spring
 Both hounds and horses, running well,
 made the hills and the valleys ring
 But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found
 Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground
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 So up spoke our Master Huntsman, the master of our chase
 "If only the Devil himself ran by, we'd run him such a race!"
 And up there sprung like lightning, a fox from out of his hole
 But his fur was the colour of a
 starless night and his eyes like burning coals
 So they chased him over the valley and they chased him over the fields
 And they chased him down to the riverbank, but never would he yield
 And he's jumped into the water, and he's swum to the other side
 And he's laughed so loud that the green woods shook
 He's turned to the huntsmen and he's cried:
 "Ride on, my gallant Huntsman... when must I come again?
 For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen
 And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name
 And I will come and you shall have the best of sport and game."
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 Well, the men looked up in wonder and the hounds ran back to hide
 For the fox it changed to the Devil
 himself, where he stood on the other side
 And the men, the hounds, the horses, they went flying back to town
 But hard on their heels come a little black fox, laughing as he ran:
 "Ride on, my gallant Huntsman... when must I come again?
 For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen
 And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name
 And I will come and you shall have the best of sport and game."
 "Ride on, my gallant Huntsman... when must I come again?
 For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen