The Hare's Lament
On the first of November on a bright autumn's day
To the hills of Dromela I chanced for to stray
I was feeding on green grass that grows on yon ground
When my heart was set a beating by the cry of the hounds
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
They hunted me up and they hunted me down
The bold huntsmen of Scotland on my tail sent the hounds.
Over highlands and lowlands moorlands also
Over hedges and ditches like the wind I did go.
There was Ringwood and Rouser they gave me a close brush
But they soon found me hiding twas in the rush bush
For better or worse I know I must die
But I'll do my endeavor these hounds to defy.
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
Then up steps the huntsman to end all my strife
Saying let the hare go giver her play for her life.
Wouldn't it be far better you killed Raymond the fox
Who killed all your chickens, fare hen and game cock?
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
And now I must die and I know not the crime
To the value of sixpence I ne'er harmed mankind.
I ne'er was brought up for to rob or to steal
Except for the croppings some tops of green kale
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
To the hills of Dromela I chanced for to stray
I was feeding on green grass that grows on yon ground
When my heart was set a beating by the cry of the hounds
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
They hunted me up and they hunted me down
The bold huntsmen of Scotland on my tail sent the hounds.
Over highlands and lowlands moorlands also
Over hedges and ditches like the wind I did go.
There was Ringwood and Rouser they gave me a close brush
But they soon found me hiding twas in the rush bush
For better or worse I know I must die
But I'll do my endeavor these hounds to defy.
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
Then up steps the huntsman to end all my strife
Saying let the hare go giver her play for her life.
Wouldn't it be far better you killed Raymond the fox
Who killed all your chickens, fare hen and game cock?
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
And now I must die and I know not the crime
To the value of sixpence I ne'er harmed mankind.
I ne'er was brought up for to rob or to steal
Except for the croppings some tops of green kale
Musha right tallyho, harky over high ho
Harky over cries the huntsman harkey over high ho.
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Writer(s): Traditional, Len Graham
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