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One fine winter's morn my horn I did blowTo the green fields of Keady for hours we did goWe gathered our dogs and we circled aroundFor none loves the sport better than the boys in the dell.And when we arrived they were all standing thereWe set off for the fields, boys, in search of a hareWe didn't get far till someone gave the cheerOver high hills and valleys the sweet puss did steerAs we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sightThere was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and whiteAs she took the black bank for to try them once moreOh it was her last look o'er the hills of Greenmore.In a field of wheat stubble this pussy did lieAnd Rory and Charmer they did pass her byAnd there where we stood at the top of the braeWe heard the last words that this sweet puss did say:?No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roamNor trip through the fields, boys, in sport and in funOr hear the long horn that your toner does playI'll go home to my den by the clear light of day.?You may blame ol' MacMahon for killing the hareFor he's at his ol' capers this many's a yearOn Saturday and Sunday he never gives o'erWith a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore Aus Songtexte Mania