Misc Traditional

The Granemore Hare(Ukulele chords)

Misc Traditional

Key: F

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	        Intro: F C Am G G C F G C  

Verse 1:

F C Am G Last Saturday morning, our horns they did blow C Am G C To the green fields of Tassen, where the huntsmen did go F C F C G For to meet the bold sportsmen from round Keady Town F Am Fmaj7 G And none love the sport better than the boys from Maydown

Verse 2:

F C Am G Oh, and when we arrived, they were all standing there C Am G C So we took to the green fields, in search of a hare F C F C G We hadn't gone far when someone gave a cheer F Am Fmaj7 G Over hills and high meadows the puss she did steer.

Verse 3:

F C Am G When she got to the heather she tried them to shun C Am G C But the dogs never missed, one inch where she'd run F C F C G They kept well packed when going over the hill F Am Fmaj7 G For the hounds had set out the sweet hare for to kill

Verse 4:

F C Am G With our dogs all abreast and the big mountain hare C Am G C And the sweet charming music it rang through the air F C F C G Straight for the Black Bank for to try them once more F Am Fmaj7 G But it was her last sight round the hills of Granemore

Verse 5:

F C Am G Oh, and as we trailed on to where the hare she did lie C Am G C She sprang to her feet for to bid them goodbye F C F C G Well, their music did cease and the cry we could hear F Am Fmaj7 G Saying cursed be the ones, brought you Maydown dogs here
Instrumental: F C Am G G C F G C F C F C G F C G C

Verse 6:

F C Am G Last night as I lay quite content in the glen C Am G C It was little I thought then of dogs or of men F C F C G But when going home at the clear break of day F Am Fmaj7 G I could hear the long dogs round Young Tornerdon Bay

Verse 7:

F C Am G And it being so early, I stopped for a while, C Am G C It was little I thought they were going to meet Coyle F C F C G If I had known that I'd have lain near the town F Am Fmaj7 G Or tried to get clear of those dogs from May Down

Verse 8:

F C Am G And now that I'm dying and the sport is all done C Am G C No more through the green fields of Keady I'll run F C F C G Nor feed in the glen on a cold winter's night F Am Fmaj7 G Or go home to my den when it's breaking day light

Verse 9:

F C Am G A curse on McMahon for bringing Coyle here C Am G C He's been at the same caper for many's a year F C F C G From Friday to Sunday, he'd never give o'er F Am Fmaj7 G With a pack of strange dogs 'round the hills of Granemore
Outro: F C Am G G C F G C x2

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