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This is mostly after the version by Al O'Donnell, 1978 where it is spelled differently (The Hills of Granemore or "The Granemore Hare") but I was first introduced to the song by the Steeleye Span version of 1970
Hills of Greenmore, The
by trad
Last [F] Saturday [C] morn the horns they did [G] blow
To the [C] green fields of [F] Keady for [G] hours we did [C] go
We [F] gathered our [C] dogs and we [F] circled a- [F] round
[G] For no one [F] loves the sport [C] better than the [C] boys from May- [G] down.
And when we arrived they were all standing there
So we took to the green fields, in search of the hare
We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer
Over high hills and valleys the sweet puss did steer
As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight
There were dogs black and yellow, there were dogs black and white
As she took the black bank for to try them once more
Oh it was her last look o'er the hills of Greenmore.
Mando solo over verse
In a field of wheat stubble this pussy did lie
And Rory and Charmer they did pass her by
And there where we stood at the top of the brae
Oh, we heard the last words that this sweet puss did say:
“No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roam
Nor trip through the fields, boys, in sport and in fun
Or hear the long horn that your toner does play
I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day.”
Mando solo over verse
You may blame ol' MacMahon for killing the hare
For he's at his ol' capers this many's a year
On Saturday and Sunday he never gives o'er
With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore.
Repeat first verse
To the [C] green fields of [F] Keady for [G] hours we did [C] go
We [F] gathered our [C] dogs and we [F] circled a- [F] round
[G] For no one [F] loves the sport [C] better than the [C] boys from May- [G] down.
And when we arrived they were all standing there
So we took to the green fields, in search of the hare
We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer
Over high hills and valleys the sweet puss did steer
As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight
There were dogs black and yellow, there were dogs black and white
As she took the black bank for to try them once more
Oh it was her last look o'er the hills of Greenmore.
Mando solo over verse
In a field of wheat stubble this pussy did lie
And Rory and Charmer they did pass her by
And there where we stood at the top of the brae
Oh, we heard the last words that this sweet puss did say:
“No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roam
Nor trip through the fields, boys, in sport and in fun
Or hear the long horn that your toner does play
I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day.”
Mando solo over verse
You may blame ol' MacMahon for killing the hare
For he's at his ol' capers this many's a year
On Saturday and Sunday he never gives o'er
With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore.
Repeat first verse