False Foxes - Faustus

Gold and silver and all the world’s wealth,

Who leaves a grave open will fill it himself.

Oh where was I last Saturday night?

I was up in the ivy tree.

False foxes under me, seeking to bury me,

Under the ivy tree.

The boughs did shake and my heart did quake,

To see the grave that they did make,

But I was high and I let it lie…

Gold and silver and all the world’s wealth,

Who leaves a grave open will fill it himself.

As they crept home in the dark of the moon,

Under the ivy tree.

They fell in the grave and there died soon,

Under the ivy tree.

False foxes under me, seeking to bury me,

Under the ivy tree.

The boughs did shake and their necks did break.

All in the grave that they did make,

But I was high and I let it lie.

Gold and silver and all the world’s wealth,

Who leaves a grave open will fill it himself.