作词 : Karan Casey In the lowlands of Creggan there lives a white hare As swift as a swallow as she flies through the air You may travel the country, but none could compare With the pride of the Creggan, that bonnie white hare One fine Sunday morning as you may suppose A red, golden sun o'er the green mountain rose Barney Conway came down and did loudly declare "Today I'll put an end to that Creggan white hare" So he searched through the lowlands and down through the glens Among the green rushes where the white hare had dens 'Til at last coming over the bog-bank so bare From behind a white thistle out jumped the white hare Well, he gave a great yelp and his dog, she slipped, too As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew But the dogs soon came back, which made poor Barney sigh For he knew that the white hair had bid him good-bye We have some jolly sportsmen down from the Pomroy Cookstown, Dungannon and also the Moy With pedigree greyhounds, they came from afar Came down to the Creggan in their fine motor car 'Twas down through the lowlands these huntsmen did go To search for the white hare they tried high and low 'Til at last Barney Conway, as he came on its lair Shouted out to the huntsmen, "Here lies the white hair" So they called in their greyhounds from off the green lea And Barney and the huntsmen, they jumped high with glee And on the turf bank they all gathered around Seven men and nine dogs did the poor hare surround No wonder the poor puss did tremble with fear She stood on her hind legs, she rose her big ear She ris on her toes and with one gallant spring Cleared over the greyhounds and broke through the ring Oh the chase, it went on, it was a beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew But the pedigree greyhounds, they didn't get far They came back and went home in their fine motor car And now to conclude and to finish my rhyme I hope you'll excuse me for wasting your time If there's any amongst you in Carrickmore Fair Drink a jolly good health to the Creggan white hare
作词 : Karan Casey In the lowlands of Creggan there lives a white hare As swift as a swallow as she flies through the air You may travel the country, but none could compare With the pride of the Creggan, that bonnie white hare One fine Sunday morning as you may suppose A red, golden sun o'er the green mountain rose Barney Conway came down and did loudly declare "Today I'll put an end to that Creggan white hare" So he searched through the lowlands and down through the glens Among the green rushes where the white hare had dens 'Til at last coming over the bog-bank so bare From behind a white thistle out jumped the white hare Well, he gave a great yelp and his dog, she slipped, too As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew But the dogs soon came back, which made poor Barney sigh For he knew that the white hair had bid him good-bye We have some jolly sportsmen down from the Pomroy Cookstown, Dungannon and also the Moy With pedigree greyhounds, they came from afar Came down to the Creggan in their fine motor car 'Twas down through the lowlands these huntsmen did go To search for the white hare they tried high and low 'Til at last Barney Conway, as he came on its lair Shouted out to the huntsmen, "Here lies the white hair" So they called in their greyhounds from off the green lea And Barney and the huntsmen, they jumped high with glee And on the turf bank they all gathered around Seven men and nine dogs did the poor hare surround No wonder the poor puss did tremble with fear She stood on her hind legs, she rose her big ear She ris on her toes and with one gallant spring Cleared over the greyhounds and broke through the ring Oh the chase, it went on, it was a beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew But the pedigree greyhounds, they didn't get far They came back and went home in their fine motor car And now to conclude and to finish my rhyme I hope you'll excuse me for wasting your time If there's any amongst you in Carrickmore Fair Drink a jolly good health to the Creggan white hare
