Steeleye Span - The hills of greenmore

^GOne fine winter's ^Dmorn my horn I did ^Ablow To the ^Dgreen fields of Keady for hours we did go We ^Ggathered our ^Ddogs and we ^Gcircled around ^AFor none loves this sport ^Dbetter than the boys in the ^Adell

^GAnd when we ar^Drived they were all standing ^Athere We set ^Doff for the fields, boys, in search of a hare We ^Gdidn't get ^Dfar till some^Gone gave the cheer ^AOver high ^Dhills and valleys this sweet puss did ^Asteer

^GAs we flew o'er the ^Dhills, 'twas a beautiful ^Asight There was ^Ddogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and white As she ^Gtook the black ^Dbank for to ^Gtry them once more ^AOh, it was her last ^Dlook o'er the hills of Green^Amore

^GIn the field of wheat ^Dstubble this pussy did ^Alie And ^DRory and Charmer they did pass her by And ^Gthere well we ^Dstood at the ^Gtop of the brae ^AWe heard the last ^Dwords that this sweet puss did ^Asay

"^GNo more o'er the g^Dreen fields of Keady I'll ^Aroam Nor ^Dtrip through the fields, boys, in sport and in fun Or ^Ghear the long ^Dhorn that Joe ^GTurner does play ^AI'll go home to my ^Dden by the clear light of ^Aday"

^GYou may blame old Mc^DMahon for killing the ^Ahare For he's ^Dat his old capers this many's a year On ^GSaturday and ^DSunday he ^Gnever gives o'er ^AWith a pack of strange ^Ddogs round the hills of Green^Amore