I Am the Fox Songtext
von Nancy Kerr & James Fagan

I am the fox and I′ll tell you true
What your hounds do think of me
And I argue,
When lavished scraps fall no longer from your knee
He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.

I am the fox and I'll tell you true
What your hounds do think of me
And I argue,
When lavished scraps fall no longer from your knee
He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.

You masters all in fine sheets at night
Dreaming of your dinners rich and pennies bright,
When you awake raging naked to the air
You will find your coppers stripped
And cupboards bare.


For I am the fox and I′ll tell you true
What your hounds do think of me
And I argue,
When lavished scraps fall no longer from your knee
He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.

Then comes a day
When the trumpet sounds
And the hunter hears no howl from fox or hound.
Then he who owns every army in the land
Will have to go with bowl a begging in his hand.

For I am the fox and I'll tell you true
What your hounds do think of me
And I argue,
When lavished scraps fall no longer from your knee
He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.

On yonder vale
Where the snow lies bare
Winter winds will hide our scent from hart and hare
And fox and hound bound no more by slavery
Will bare their fangs and bite the hand of poverty.


For I am the fox and I'll tell you true
What your hounds do think of me
And I argue,
When lavished scraps fall no longer from your knee
He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.

I am the fox and I′ll tell you true
What your hounds do think of me
And I argue,
When lavished scraps fall no longer from your knee
He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.

He will slip his rope and we will brothers be.