I am a bold undaunted fox that never yet was trapped or caught My rent rates and taxes I was willing for to pay I made me name on fine good land between Tipperary and Knocklong Where my fore fathers lived and died 3000 years or more
I lived as happy as King Saul and loved my neighbours one and all I had no animosity for either friend or foe Until I was of late betrayed by one who was a bailiff He told me I should leave the place and show my face no more
The day that he evicted me 'tis then I knew that I should flee Late one night I tracked him down and left him lying low He fell victim to a shot, his agency was soon forgot From that day on they're searching for farmer Michael Hayes
Soon there was a great lookout by land and sea myself to rout From Dublin Quay to Belfast along the raging sea By telegraph they did insert a great reward for my arrest My figure size and form and my name without mistake
They broke their brogues a thousand pairs this great reward to obtain Still their search was all in vain for farmer Michael Hayes Around the coast they made a steer from Poolbeg Lighthouse to Cape Clear Killarney Town and Sweet Tralee they then crossed into Clare
When they landed on the shore they searched Kilrush from tip to toe They searched the baths at sweet Lisdoon likewise Miltown-Malbay Galway being a place of fame they thought 'twas there I might remain Still their search was all in vain for I showed them all my tail
They searched the train at Oranmore as it was leaving for Athlone Every wagon car and coach they met along the road Connemara being remote they thought twas there I might resort But still they were at nothing, I gave them all leg bail
In Swinford Town as I lay down I heard the dreadful cry of hounds Which me set off for Charlestown through Knock and Castlebar Passing Hagfield I called in and had a drink with Joe O'Broin Which filled my heart with strength and speed whilst the hounds were getting slow
And as the moon began to shine I thought I'd make a foreign clime And leave them all to search away for Farmer Michael Hayes So to Dublin Town I made my way then to Cobh and America Now I'm in the Land of Liberty and a fig for all my foesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
