Chords for MARTIN SIMPSON - THE GRANEMORE HARE

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_ [F] Last Saturday [C] morning, [Am] all the horns they did blow, [G] to the green fields round Tasser
the huntsman did go.
For [A] to meet the bold [C] sportsmen from round [Am] K-Town, [F] for none knows [C] the sport better than
the [G] boys from May [C]-Town.
Oh, and when we arrived, [Am] they were all standing [C] there, some took to the green fields [Dm] to search
[Am] for the hare, [C] and we [G] had not gone far, [C] once in one game a [G] cheer,
_ _ [C] for the thousand valleys that pushed us deep.
_ [F] With the dogs [C] all abreast, [Am] and the big [C] mountain hare,
and the sweet sounding music that rang through the air,
straight for the flag bank, for to try them once [G] more.
[F] And that was our [C] last night round the [G] hills of [C] Greenhorn, _
for as we drew [Am] near, to where the [E] push of dead [C] light,
she sprang to her feet, to [G] bid them goodbye.
[D] And the music [C] did cease, and the cries we could [G] hear,
saying [C] curse be the one that brought you May-Town.
Dogs here, _ last night as I lay, [Am] content and [Bm] glad,
it [G] was little I thought about [G] dogs or men,
but then we _ [C] saw the clear [Am] lights of [G] day,
and the coach, [C] _ _ young [G] Tanna, didn't [C] play.
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] But it being so early, I stopped [Bm] for a while,
[C] it was little I thought they were going to meet Coyle.
[A] If I'd have known [C] that, I'd have [D] layed near [Am] the town,
[C] I'd try to get clear of those [C] dogs from May-Town.
Oh, _ _ _ I'm dying, [Am] and my race is done,
[C] no more on the green field [A] where [Am] canyons run,
[C] nor feed and neglect on the [D] cold winter's night,
nor [C] go home to my den when it's breaking daylight.
Oh, mother, son like mine, [A] for bringing Coyle here,
is bad to sort the capers for [G] many's the year.
From Friday [C] to Sunday, he'll never [Em] give up,
[G] _ _ [C] the strange dogs down the hills [G] are breeding more.
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