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In the lowlands of Creggan there lives a white hare |
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As swift as a swallow as she flies through the air |
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You may travel the country, but none could compare |
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With the pride of the Creggan, that bonnie white hare |
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One fine Sunday morning as you may suppose |
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A red, golden sun o'er the green mountain rose |
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Barney Conway came down and did loudly declare |
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"Today I'll put an end to that Creggan white hare" |
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So he searched through the lowlands and down through the glens |
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Among the green rushes where the white hare had dens |
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'Til at last coming over the bog-bank so bare |
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From behind a white thistle out jumped the white hare |
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Well, he gave a great yelp and his dog, she slipped, too |
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As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew |
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But the dogs soon came back, which made poor Barney sigh |
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For he knew that the white hair had bid him good-bye |
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We have some jolly sportsmen down from the Pomroy |
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Cookstown, Dungannon and also the Moy |
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With pedigree greyhounds, they came from afar |
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Came down to the Creggan in their fine motor car |
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'Twas down through the lowlands these huntsmen did go |
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To search for the white hare they tried high and low |
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'Til at last Barney Conway, as he came on its lair |
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Shouted out to the huntsmen, "Here lies the white hair" |
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So they called in their greyhounds from off the green lea |
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And Barney and the huntsmen, they jumped high with glee |
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And on the turf bank they all gathered around |
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Seven men and nine dogs did the poor hare surround |
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No wonder the poor puss did tremble with fear |
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She stood on her hind legs, she rose her big ear |
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She ris on her toes and with one gallant spring |
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Cleared over the greyhounds and broke through the ring |
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Oh the chase, it went on, it was a beautiful view |
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As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew |
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But the pedigree greyhounds, they didn't get far |
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They came back and went home in their fine motor car |
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And now to conclude and to finish my rhyme |
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I hope you'll excuse me for wasting your time |
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If there's any amongst you in Carrickmore Fair |
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Drink a jolly good health to the Creggan white hare |