An' out she comes hersel

　　But the small Rid Hin was wise,    She always locked her door,  And in her pocket pit the key,    To keep the Fox out shure.

　　But at last there came a schame    Intil his wicked head,  And he tuk a great big bag    And to his mither said,--

　　"Now have the pot all bilin'    Agin the time I come;  We'll ate the small Rid Hin to-night,    For shure I'll bring her home."

　　And so away he wint    Wid the bag upon his back,  An' up the hill and through the woods    Saftly he made his track.

　　An' thin he came alang,    Craping as shtill's a mouse,  To where the little small Rid Hin    Lived in her shnug ould house.

　　An' out she comes hersel',    Jist as he got in sight,  To pick up shticks to make her fire:    "Aha!" says Fox, "all right.

　　"Begorra, now, I'll have yees    Widout much throuble more;"  An' in he shlips quite unbeknownst,    An' hides be'ind the door.

　　An' thin, a minute afther,    In comes the small Rid Hin,  An' shuts the door, and locks it, too,    An' thinks, "I'm safely in."

　　An' thin she tarns around    An' looks be'ind the door;  There shtands the Fox wid his big tail    Shpread out upon the floor.

　　Dear me! she was so schared    Wid such a wondrous sight,  She dropped her apronful of shticks,    An' flew up in a fright,

　　An' lighted on the bame    Across on top the room;  "Aha!" says she, "ye don't have me;    Ye may as well go home."

　　"Aha!" says Fox, "we'll see;    I'll bring yees down from that."  So out he marched upon the floor    Right under where she sat.

　　An' thin he whiruled around,    An' round an' round an' round,  Fashter an' fashter an' fashter,    Afther his tail on the ground.

　　Until the small Rid Hin    She got so dizzy, shure,  Wid lookin' at the Fox's tail,    She jist dropped on the floor.

　　An' Fox he whipped her up,    An' pit her in his bag,  An' off he started all alone,    Him and his little dag.

　　All day he tracked the wood    Up hill an' down again;  An' wid him, shmotherin' in the bag,    The little small Rid Hin.