Chords for Daoirí Farrell live at Celtic Colours International Festival

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_ _ _ [F#] _ In the lowlands of Cregan there lives a [B] white hare, [F#] And swift as the swallow that flies [B] through the [C#] air.
[D#m] You may travel the world over, but none [F#] to compare, [B] To the pride of [D#m] low Cregan, that bonny [B] white hare.
One [F#] clear autumn [D#m] morning, as ye will [B] [F#] suppose, O'er the red and golden sun, o'er the green mountain rose,
[D#m] Barney Conway came down and he [F#] did declare, On his day I'll put an end to the [B] bonny white hare.
[F#] So he searched through the lowlands and down [B] through the glens, [F#] All among the wild [D#m] ditches where the white hare [B] live ends.
[D#m] Till at last coming down, oh by the heather so fair, [B] From [F#] behind the wild thistle out he yumps the [B] white hare.
[F#] Bang, bang went his guns and his dogs he [B] slipped [F#] to, As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain [B] flew.
But his [D#m] dogs soon came back and this made [F#] Barney sigh, _ [B] For he knew [F#] that the white hare had bid [B] him good-bye. _ _ _
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_ _ And there's [F#] some jolly sportsman down here from Pomeroy, From Cookstown, Dunganan and likewise [C#] Des Moines,
With [D#m] our pedigree greyhounds we've travelled from [F#]
far, And we've come down to Cregan in our fine [B] motor car.
[F#] Oh well into the lowlands these huntsmen [B] did go, [F#] In search of the white hare they look high and low.
Till [D#m] at last Barney Conway from a tarp I'm [F#] so rare, [B] She out and out [F#] to the huntsman there lies [B] the white hare.
[F#] Saw they call up their greyhounds from up the green lee, And Barney and the huntsman [D#m] all jumped high with glee.
Here was there and the tarp I'm gone gathering [F#] around, [Bm] Seven [F#] dogs and nine men and then four [B] hares around. _ _
_ [F#] Oh no wonder that white [B] hare did tremble with [F#] fear, As she stood on her hind [D#m]-lengths she would raise [B] her big ears.
[D#m] She stood on her hind-lengths with one [F#] gallant spring, [Bm] She jumped [F#] over the greyhounds and broke [B] through the ring.
[F#] Well as she aced it went on it was a [B] beautiful [F#] view, As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew.
But those pedigree greyhounds they didn't run too far, They came back and went home in their [B] fine motor car. _ _
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_ _ [F#] there came another man and you all know [B] him well, Oh his [F#] name it was Mick Kelly with Bonnie Blackbell.
_ _ _ Oh in search of the white hare today I'll have fun, I'll bet fifty to one my black bell [B] will her turn.
[F#] Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie [B] Blackbell, And [F#] the sixth one was given around, Gianna Heasel.
It was [D#m] there we lost sight of the hare and the [F#] dung, And then ten minutes later rolled o'er the [B] black bog.
[F#] Well as she aced it went on it was great for to [B] see, [F#] The white hare and the black dog both their own light and free.
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Till [D#m] she travelled to Esker where she knew the [F#] lands well, And to Bonnie Blackbell there soon [B] bid farewell.
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#] And now to conclude and to finish this rhyme, Oh I hope you'll forgive me for singing all this while.
_ _ _ If there's [D#m] any amongst you up in [F#] Carrickmore Fair, Please shrink up a help to that [B] Bonnie White Hare. _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ Thank you very much everyone.
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