Daoiri Farrell - The creggan white hare

In the ^F#lowland of ^C#Creggan, there l^Bives a white ^Bhare, As ^F#swift as the ^C#swallow that f^Blies through the ^C#air. You may ^D#mtramp the world over but none to comp^F#are to the ^Bpride of old ^F#Creggan, that ^D#mbonnie white ^Bhare.

One cle^F#ar autumn m^C#orning, as you w^Bill suppose, ^B ohh^F# The red gold^C#en sun o’er th^Be green mountain ^C#rose. Barney C^D#monway came down and he did declare, ^F# “This d^Bay I’ll put a^F#n end to the b^D#monnie white h^Bare.”

so He s^F#earched thr^C#ough the lowland^Bs and down th^Brough the glens, all^F# among the wi^C#ld ditches whe^Bre the white hare^C# had ends, Till at ^D#mlast coming down o’er the heather so ^F#fair, From be^Bhind the wild^F# thistle out j^D#mumps the whit^Be hare.

“Bang! ^F#bang!” went^C# his gun and his^B dogs it slip^Bped too. As ^F#swift as the ^C#wind over the ^Bgreen mountain fl^C#ew. But his ^D#mdog soon came back, and it made Barne^F#y sigh, For he ^Bknew that the^F# white hare ha^D#md bid him goo^Bdbye.

and We’^F#re some jol^C#ly sportsmen dow^Bn here from P^Bomeroy Fro^F#m Cookstown, ^C#Dungannon, and^B likewise the Moy^C#. With our^D#m pedigree greyhounds we’ve travelled ^F#from far And we’^Bve come down ^F#to Creggan in ^D#mour fine moto^Br car.

well in^F#to the lowl^C#ands these hunts^Bmen did go ^B In ^F#search of the^C# white hare th^Bey look high and ^C#low, Till at ^D#mlast Barney Conway from a bog bank so^F# rare Shouted^B out to the h^F#untsmen, “Ther^D#me lies the wh^Bite hare.”

so They^F# call up th^C#eir greyhounds f^Brom off the g^Breen lea And^F# Barney and t^C#he huntsmen al^Bl jumped high wit^C#h glee, it was t^D#mhere on the bog bank all gathered aro^F#und, Seven d^Bogs and nine ^F#men did that p^D#moor hare surr^Bound.

Oh No w^F#onder the w^C#hite hare did tr^Bemble with fe^Bar As ^F#she stood on ^C#her hind legs,^B she would raise ^C#her big ears, as she s^D#mtood on her hind legs with one gallan^F#t spring, She jum^Bped over the ^F#greyhounds and^D#m broke throug^Bh the ring.

Well th^F#at chase It^C# went on, it was^B beautiful vi^Bew As ^F#swift as the ^C#wind o’er the ^Bgreen mountain fl^C#ew. But thos^D#me pedigree greyhounds, they didn’t ru^F#n far. They co^Bme back and w^F#ent home in th^D#meir fine moto^Br car.

Then th^F#ere came an^C#other man and yo^Bu all know hi^Bm well; His^F# name was mic^C#k kelly with t^Bhe Bonnie Black N^C#ell. oh In se^D#march of the white hare, today “I’ll h^F#ave fun. ill bet^B fifty to one^F# my Black Nell^D#m does her tur^Bn.”

Five tu^F#rns the har^C#e got then from ^BBonnie Black ^BNell, And^F# the sixth on^C#e was given ar^Bound John Haughey^C#’s well. ‘it was ^D#mthere we lost sight of the hare and t^F#he dog, And the^Bn ten minutes^F# later they co^D#mme o’er the b^Bog.

Well, t^F#hat chase i^C#t went on. It wa^Bs great for t^Bo see. The^F# white hare a^C#nd the black d^Bog both roamed li^C#ght and free, Till she^D#m travelled to Esker where she knew th^F#e lands well, And to ^BBonnie Black ^F#Nell there soo^D#mn bid farewel^Bl.

Oh And ^F#now to conc^C#lude and to fini^Bsh this rhyme^B I h^F#ope you’ll fo^C#rgive me for s^Binging all this w^C#hile. If there^D#m’s any amongst you in Carrick more fa^F#ir, please ^Bdrink up a he^F#alth to that b^D#monnie white h^Bare.