In the lowland of Creggan, there lives a white hare As swift as the swallow that flies through that air. You may tramp the world over but none can compare With the pride of low Creggan, that bonnie white hare.
One clean autumn morning, as you may suppose The red golden sun o'er the green mountain rose. Barney Conway came down and he did declare “This day I'll put an end to that bonnie white hare.”
He searched through the lowlands and down through the glens And among the wild bushes where the white hare had ends Till at last coming home o'er the heather so bare From behind a wild thistle jumped out the white hare.
“Bang! bang!” went his gun and his dog he slipped too. As swift as the wind over the green mountain flew. But the dog soon came back, which made poor Barney sigh For he knew that the white hare had bid him goodbye.
We're some jolly sportsmen down here from Pomeroy From Cookstown, Dungannon, and likewise the Moy. With our pedigree greyhounds we've travelled afar And we've come down to Creggan in our fine motor car.
Oh, away to the lowlands these huntsmen did go In search of the white hare they look high and low, Till at last Barney Conway on a bog bank so bare Shouted out to the huntsmen, “There lies the white hare.”
They called up their greyhounds from off the green lea And Barney and the huntsmen they jumped high with glee, For ‘twas there on the turf bank all gathered around, Seven dogs and nine men did that poor hare surround.
No wonder the white hare did tremble with fear As she stood on her toes she would raise her big ears, But she stood on her toes and with one gallant spring, She cleared over the greyhounds and broke through the ring.
Well, the chase I went on, 'twas beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew. But with pedigree greyhounds, they didn't go far. They come back and went home in their fine motor car.
There came another man and you all know him well His name is Pat Devlin and Bonnie Black Nell. In search of the white hare, he says, “I'll have fun. Here's fifty-to-one that Black Nell does her turn.”
Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie Black Nell, And the sixth one was given around John Haughey's well. ‘Twas there we lost sight of the hare and the dog And in ten minutes later come o'er the In the lowland of Creggan, there lives a white hare, As swift as the swallow that flies through that air. You may tramp the world over but none can compare With the pride of low Creggan, the bonnie white hare.
One clean autumn morning, as you may suppose, The red golden sun o'er the green mountain rose. Barney Conway came down and he did declare, “This day I'll put an end to that bonnie white hare.”
He searched through the lowlands and down through the glens, And among the wild bushes where the white hare had ends, Till at last coming home o'er the heather so bare, From behind a wild thistle jumped out the white hare.
“Bang! bang!” went his gun and his dog it slipped too. As swift as the wind over the green mountain flew. But the dog soon came back, which made poor Barney sigh, For he knew that the white hare had bid him goodbye.
We're some jolly sportsmen down here from Pomeroy From Cookstown, Dungannon, and likewise the Moy. With our pedigree greyhounds we've travelled afar And we've come down to Creggan in our fine motor car.
Away to the lowlands these huntsmen did go In search of the white hare they look high and low, Till at last Barney Conway on a bog bank so bare Shouted out to these huntsmen, “There lies the white hare.”
They call up their greyhounds from off the green lea And Barney and the huntsmen they jumped high with glee, For there on the turf bank all gathered around, Seven dogs and nine men did that poor hare surround.
No wonder the white hare did tremble with fear As she stood on her toes and would raise her big ears, But she stood on her toes and with one gallant spring, She cleared over the greyhounds and broke through the ring.
Well the chase I went on, 'twas beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green mountains flew. But with pedigree greyhounds, they didn't go far. They come back and went home in their motor car.
There come another man and you all know him well; His name is Pat Devlin and Bonnie Black Nell. In search of the white hare, he says, “I'll have fun. Here's fifty to one that Black Nell does her turn.”
Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie Black Nell, And the sixth one was given around John Haughey's well. ‘Twas there we lost sight of the hare and the dog, And ten minutes later came o'er the bog.
Well, the chase it went on, it was great for to see. The white hare and the greyhound they roamed light and free, Till she travelled to Esker where she knew the lands well, And to Bonnie Black Nellie she soon bid farewell.
And now to conclude and to finish it's time. I hope you'll forgive me for singing this rhyme. If there's any amongst you in Carrick more fair, Let's drink up a health to that bonnie white hare.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
