Black Fox – Heather Dale

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.

Careful what you wish for, and all that.
“Black Fox,” by Heather Dale
Lyrics available here