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