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[Intro]
(2x)
[Verse 1]
One fine winter's morning me horn I did blow
From the green hills of Keady for hours did go
We gathered our dogs and we circled around
For who loves the sport more than the boys of the town
[Verse 2]
And when we arrived we were all standing there
We set off for the fields in search of a hare
Well we didn't get far till someone gave a cheer
Over high hills and valleys the we hare did steer
[Verse 3]
As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight
There was dogs black and yeller, there was dogs black and white
Well she took the black bank for to try them once more
And it was her last look around the hills of Greenmore
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
In a field of wheat stubble the wee hare did lie
And my wee dog, Charmer he did pass her by
And there where we stood at the foot of the brae
We heard the last words that this wee hare did say:
[Verse 5]
“Oh, no more o'er the green hills of Keady I'll roam
Nor skip through the fields in sport nor in fun
Nor hear the loud horn that your toner does play
Or go back to me den by the clear light of day"
[Verse 6]
You may blame young MacMahon for killing yon hare
He's been at that ol' routing this many's a year
Well, Saturdays Sundays he'll ne'r give o'er
With a pack of wee dogs round the hills of Greenmore
With a pack of wee dogs round the hills of Greenmore
[Outro]