The Hills of Greenmore One fine winter's morn my horn I did blow To the green fields of Keady for hours we did go We covered our dogs and we searched all the way For none loves this sport better than the boys in the Dale. And when we are rising we're all standing there We sit up by the fields, boys, in search of the hare We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer Over high hills and valleys this sweet puss did steer As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and bright Now she took to the black bank for to try them once more Oh it was her last ride o'er the hills of Greenmore In the field fleet stubble this pussy did lie And in growing chary they did pass her by And there well we stood at the top of the brae We heard the last words that this sweet puss did say: "No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roam In touch of the fields, boys, in sporting and fun Or hear the long horn that your toner does play I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day" You may blame ?our right man? for killing the hare For he ?said his o.k. first? this many a year On Saturday and Sunday he never gives o'er With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore. --------------------------------------------------------- recorded by Steeleye Span on "Hark! The Village Wait" (1970) and sung live by Derwish! in 1993. NOTE: "A mighty song! But a little known one. This saga of a hare hunt and its variant 'The Granemore Hare' hail from around Keady in Co. Armagh. In the song the only one to get the rough end of the stick is the 'pussy'. Do we detect a Monigan in the hunt?" - Steeleye liner note NOTE:I am not too sure about some of the words, because Terry Woods has strange way of pronouncing words. At least this set of words seems to be fairly self-consistent. MJ MJ
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