The Hills Of Granemore Chords & Lyrics - Daoiri Farrell

[INTRO]
[G] [D] [Bm] [A]
[D] [G] [A] [D]

[VERSE 1]
One [G]fine winter’s [D]morning, my [Bm]horn I did [A]blow
To the [D]green fields of[G] Keady, to h[A]unt I did g[D]o
We [G]gathered our [D]dogs and we [G]circled a[Bm]round
Oh, for none [A]loves the hunt [D]better than the [Bm]boys of Mayd[A]own

[VERSE 2]
And [G]when we arr[D]ived, they were [Bm]all standing [A]there
So we t[D]ook to the f[G]ields boys, in [A]search of a[D] hare
But we [G]did not go [D]far ’til some[G]one gave a c[Bm]heer
Over h[A]igh hills and [D]valleys, the [Bm]wee hare did st[A]eer

[VERSE 3]
When she[G] got to the [D]heather, she [Bm]tried them to [A]shon
But the [D]dogs they never [G]missed her, one [A]inch where she [D]ran
They[G] were kept well [D]packed, goin[G]g over the [Bm]hill
They [A]had set thems[D]elves on this[Bm] wee hare to ki[A]ll

[VERSE 4]
And it [G]being quite [D]early, I s[Bm]topped for a [A]while
Twas l[D]ittle I tho[G]ught they were g[A]oing to meet [D]Coyle
For h[G]ad I known t[D]hat, I’d have [G]lain near the [Bm]town
I’d have[A] tried to get [D]rid of those[Bm] dogs of M[A]aydown

[VERSE 5]
As we [G]drew o’er the [D]hill it was a [Bm]beautiful s[A]ight
There we[D]re dogs black and y[G]ellow and [A]dogs black and [D]white
And she [G]took to the [D]black bank to [G]try them once [Bm]more
Oh, and it [A]was our last [D]look on the [Bm]hills of G[A]ranemore

[VERSE 6]
And [G]as they grew [D]near where the [Bm]wee hare did [A]lie
She s[D]prung up to her [G]feet for to [A]bid them good[D]bye
But their [G]music did [D]cease and her [G]cry we did [Bm]hear
Saying bad[A] luck the [D]ones brought the [Bm]Maydown dogs [A]here

[VERSE 7]
In a [G]field of wheat [D]stubble, the [Bm]wee hare did [A]lie
And [D]Rory and [G]Charmer, did s[A]oon pass her [D]by
And [G]there where we [D]stood at the [G]top of the [Bm]brae
I h[A]eard the last [D]words that the [Bm]wee hare did [A]say

[VERSE 8]
No m[G]ore o’er the g[D]reen fields of [Bm]Keady I’ll [A]run
Or [D]trip through the [G]fields in s[A]port or in [D]fun
For last [G]night as I [D]lay quite con[G]tent in the g[Bm]len
It was [A]little my t[D]houghts were of [Bm]dogs and of m[A]en

[VERSE 9]
And [G]no more o’er the [D]green fields of [Bm]Keady I’ll [A]roam
And [D]now that I am [G]dying the s[A]port is all [D]done
Nor [G]hear the long [D]horn that Joe [G]Toner does [Bm]play
Or go [A]home to my [D]bed by the cle[Bm]ar break of d[A]ay

[VERSE 10]
You may[G] blame Owen Mc[D]Mahon for b[Bm]ringing Coyle [A]here
He’s been [D]at the same [G]caper for [A]many a y[D]ear
Every [G]Saturday or [G]Sunday, he’ll n[G]ever give o[Bm]’er
With a [A]pack of strange [D]dogs ’round the [Bm]hills of Grane[A]more