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steeleye span - the hills of greenmore lyrics

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one fine winter’s morn my h-rn i did blow
to the green fields of keady for hours we did go
we covered our dogs and we searched all the way
for none loves this sport better than the boys in the dale.
and when we are rising we’re all standing there
we sit up by the fields, boys, in search of the hare
we didn’t get far till someone gave the cheer
over high hills and valleys this sweet p-ss did steer
as we flew o’er the hills, ’twas a beautiful sight
there was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and bright
now she took to the black bank for to try them once more
oh it was her last ride o’er the hills of greenmore

in the field fleet stubble this p-ssy die lie
and in growing chary they did p-ss her by
and there well we stood at the top of the brae
we heard the last words that this sweet p-ss did say:
“no more o’er the green fields of keady i’ll roam
in touch of the fields, boys, in sporting and fun

or hear the long h-rn that your toner does play
i’ll go home to my den by the clear light of day”
you may blame our right man for killing the hare
for he said his o.k. first this many a year
on sat-rday and sunday he never gives o’er
with a pack of strange dogs round the hills of greenmore.

- steeleye span lyrics

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