Hills of Greenmor-Anne Briggs

[ti:Hills of Greenmor] [ar:Anne Briggs] [al:Sing a Song for You] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hills of Greenmor - Anne Briggs [00:23.25]One fine winter's morning me horn I did blow [00:26.66] [00:27.88]To the green hills of Kielder for hours did go [00:33.70]We gathered our dogs and we circled around [00:38.19]For who loves the sport more than the boys of the town [00:46.04]And when we arrived they were all standing there [00:51.11]We set off for the fields in search of a hare [00:56.73]We didn't get far till someone gave a cheer [01:01.26]Over high hills and valleys the sweet puss did steer [01:08.92]As we flew o'er the hills 'twas a beautiful sight [01:13.83]There was dogs black and yeller there was dogs black and white [01:19.34]She took the black bank to try them once more [01:24.19]Oh it was her last lank for the hills of Greenmore [01:31.83]In a field of wheat stubble this sweet puss did lie [01:36.42]And Rory and Charmer they did pass her by [01:42.12]And there where we stood at the foot of the brae [01:46.89]Oh we heard the last words that this sweet puss did say: [01:54.59]Oh no more o'er the green hills of Kielder I'll roam [01:57.95] [01:59.50]No skip through the fields in sport and in fun [02:05.00]Nor hear the loud horn your toner does play [02:09.98]I'll go back to me den by the clear light of day [02:39.30]You may blame MacMahon for killing the hare [02:43.97]He's been at his ol' capers this many's a year [02:49.73]Well Saturdays and Sundays he'll never give o'er [02:54.54]With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore