Cifra de The Granemore Hare - Misc Traditional
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Primeiro acorde: F 6 acordes identificados
Intro: F C Am G G C F G C
[Verso 1]
Last Saturday morning, our horns they did blow
To the green fields of Tassen, where the huntsmen did go
For to meet the bold sportsmen from round Keady Town
And none love the sport better than the boys from Maydown
[Verso 2]
Oh, and when we arrived, they were all standing there
So we took to the green fields, in search of a hare
We hadn't gone far when someone gave a cheer
Over hills and high meadows the puss she did steer.
[Verso 3]
When she got to the heather she tried them to shun
But the dogs never missed, one inch where she'd run
They kept well packed when going over the hill
For the hounds had set out the sweet hare for to kill
[Verso 4]
With our dogs all abreast and the big mountain hare
And the sweet charming music it rang through the air
Straight for the Black Bank for to try them once more
But it was her last sight round the hills of Granemore
[Verso 5]
Oh, and as we trailed on to where the hare she did lie
She sprang to her feet for to bid them goodbye
Well, their music did cease and the cry we could hear
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
[Verso 6]
Last night as I lay quite content in the glen
It was little I thought then of dogs or of men
But when going home at the clear break of day
I could hear the long dogs round Young Tornerdon Bay
[Verso 7]
And it being so early, I stopped for a while,
It was little I thought they were going to meet Coyle
If I had known that I'd have lain near the town
Or tried to get clear of those dogs from May Down
[Verso 8]
And now that I'm dying and the sport is all done
No more through the green fields of Keady I'll run
Nor feed in the glen on a cold winter's night
Or go home to my den when it's breaking day light
[Verso 9]
A curse on McMahon for bringing Coyle here
He's been at the same caper for many's a year
From Friday to Sunday, he'd never give o'er
With a pack of strange dogs 'round the hills of Granemore
Outro: F C Am G G C F G C x2