Creggan White Hare

In the lowlands of Creggan there lives a white hare As swift as the swallow that flies through the air You may tramp the world over but none to compare To the pride of ol' Creggan, that bonnie white hare One clear autumn morning, as you will suppose The red golden sun o'er the green mountain rose Barney Conway came down and he did declare "Ah, this day I'll put an end to the bonnie white hare!" He searched through the lowlands and down through the glens All among the wild ditches where the white hare had ends Till at last coming down over the heather so fair From behind the wild thistle out jumps the white hare "Bang! Bang!" went his guns and his dogs he slipped too As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew But his dogs soon came back which made poor Barney sigh For he knew that the white hare had bid him goodbye And we’re some jolly sportsmen down here from Pomeroy From Cookstown, Dungannon, and likewise the Moy "With our pedigree greyhounds we've travelled from far Ah, we've come now to Creggan in our fine motor car!" Oh, into the lowlands these huntsmen did go In search of the white hare they'd look high and low Till at last Barney Conway from a bog bank so rare Shouted out to the huntsmen: "There lies the white hare!" So they called up their greyhounds from off the green lea And Barney and the huntsmen all jumped high with glee It was there on that bog banks all gathered around Seven dogs and nine men did that poor hare surround Oh no wonder the white hare did tremble with fear As she stood on her hind legs she would raise her big ears As she stood on her hind legs with one gallant spring She jumped over the greyhounds and broke through the ring Oh the chase it went on, it was a beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green mountain flew But those pedigree greyhounds they didn’t run far They came back and went home in their fine motor car Then there came this other man and you all know him well His name was Mick Kelly with a Bonnie Black Bell "Oh in search of the white hare today I’ll have fun I'll put fifty to one that Black Bell will her turn" Five turns the hare got then from Bonnie Black Bell And the sixth one was given around John Haughey's well It was there we lost sight of the hare and the dog And then ten minutes later came o'er the black bog Oh the chase it went on, it was great for to see The white hare and the black dog both roam light and free Till she travelled to Esker where she knew the lands well And to bonnie Black Bella there soon bid farewell And now to conclude and to finish this rhyme I hope you’ll forgive me for singing all this while If there's any amongst you up in Carrick more fair Please drink up a health to that bonnie white hare