Classic Poem

( The Little Red Rogue—The Fox )
Och, Modereen Rue, you little red rover,
By the glint of the moon you stole out of your cover,
And now there is never an egg to be got
Nor a handsome fat chicken to put in the pot.
Och, Modereen Rue!
With your nose to the earth and your ear on the listen
You slunk through the stubble with first drops a-glisten
With my lovely fat drake in your teeth as you went,
That your red roguish children should breakfast content.
Och, Modereen Rue!
Och, Modereen Rue, hear the horn for a warning,
They are looking for red, roguish foxes this morning;
But let them come my way, you little red rogue,
’Tis I will betray you to huntsman and dog
Och, Modereen Rue!