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 which made poor Barney sigh

For he knew that the white hare had 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 for 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 jumped high with glee

For three 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 over the greyhounds and broke through the ring



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