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