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[Verse]
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One fine winter's morn my horn I did blow
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To the green fields of Keady for hours we did go
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We gathered our dogs and we circled around
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For none loves this sport better than the boys in the dell
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And when we arrived they were all standing there
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We set off for the fields, boys, in search of a hare
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We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer
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Over high hills and valleys this sweet puss did steer
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As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight
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There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and white
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As she took the black bank for to try them once more
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Oh, it was her last look o'er the hills of Greenmore
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[Verse]
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In the field of wheat stubble this pussy did lie
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And Rory and Charmer they did pass her by
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And there well we stood at the top of the brae
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We heard the last words that this sweet puss did say
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"No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roam
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Nor trip through the fields, boys, in sport and in fun
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Or hear the long horn that Joe Turner does play
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I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day"
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You may blame old McMahon for killing the hare
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For he's at his old capers this many's a year
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On Saturday and Sunday he never gives o'er
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With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore
[Outro]
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