Irish Song Lyrics 
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CREGGAN WHITE HARE, THE 
In the lowland of Creggan there lives a white hare As swift as the swallow that flies through that air You may tramp the world over but none can compare With the pride of low creggan white hare 
One clean autumn morning as you may suppose The red golden sun o'er the green mountain rose Barney Conway came down and he did declare This day I'll put an end to that bonnie white hare 
He searched through the lowlands and down through the glens And among the wild bushes where the white hare had ends Till at last coming home o'er the heather so bare From behind a wild thistle jumped out the white hare 
Bang bang went his gun and his dog it slipped too As swift as the wind over the green mountain flew But the dog soon came back wich made poor Barney sigh For henknew that the white hare dad bid him again 
We're some jolly sportsmen down here from Pomeroy From Cookstown Dungannon and likewise the Moy With our pedigree greyhound we've travelled afar And we've come down to Creggan in our fine motor car 
Away to the lowlands there huntsmen did go in search to the white hare they look high and low Till at last Barney Conway on a bog bank so bare Shouted out to these huntsmen there lies the white hare 
They call up their greyhounds from off the green lea And Barney and the huntsmen they jump4ed high with glee For thre on the turf bank all gathered around Seven dogs and nine men did that poor hare surround 
Now wonder the white hare did tremble with fear As she stood on her toes and would raise her big ears But she stood on her toes and with one gallant spring She cleared overt overt the greyhounds and broke through the ring 
Well the case i went on twas beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green mountains flew But with pedigree greyhound they didn't go far They come back and went home in their motor car 
There come another man and you all know him well His name is Pat Devlin and Bonnie black Nell In search of the white hare he says I'll have fun here's fifty to one that Black Nell does her turn 
Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie Black Nell and the sixth one was given around John Haughey's well Twas there we lost sight of the white hare and the dog And ten minutes later they come o'er the bog 
Well the chase it went on it was great for to see The white hare and the greyhound they roamed light and free 
Till she travelled to Esker where she knew the land well And to Bonnie Black Nell she soon bid farewell 
And now to counclude and finish it's time I hope you'll forgive me for singing this rhyme If there's any amongst you in Carrick more fair Let's drink up a health to the bonnie white hare