As I was goin' north over Sliabh Luachra,
An' I seeking my geese,
As I came down I got news of them,
And that the fox was herding them !

Chorus:
The little red fox, roo - roo - roo,
The little red fox that is ugly,
The little red fox lying in the rushes,
And the tips of his ears pricked up.

“Good morrow, fox!” “Good morrow, sir !”
”Pray what is that you’re ate-ing?”
“A fine fat goose I stole from you
And will you come and taste it ?”

“Oh ! No indeed, I have no desire for it,
I won't taste a bit of it at all,
But I vow and swear you’ll dearly pay,
For my fine fat goose you’re ate-ing !”

Chorus:

Hark, hark, Finder, Lily and Piper !
Gather the hounds together
Hark, hark, Truman, you're a lazy dog
Bateman - You're a goodun' !

Tally ho ! on his trail ! Tally ho on his trail
Tally ho ! on his trail , my puppies !
Tally ho ! on his trail , Tally ho ! on his trail !
And the tips of his ears pricked up.

Bad cess to you, you ugly little fox,
Who snatched my fine geese from me,
My fine big rooster and my hens
That were so beautiful,
And my little ducks that were the finest in Ireland !