ON YONDER HILL

(trad. Irish)

On yonder hill there sits a hare.
Full of worry, grief and care,
And o'er her lodgings it was bare,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
And o'er her lodgings it was bare,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.

Now there came a huntsman passing by,
And on this poor hare he cast his eye,
And o'er the bogs halooed his dogs,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
And o'er the bogs halooed his dogs,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.

And now she's gone from hill to hill.
All for the best dog to try his skill
And kill the poor hare that never done ill,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
And kill the poor hare that never done ill,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.

And now she's turned and turned again,
Merrily as she trips the plain,
And may she live to run again,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
And may she live to run again,
    Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho. 

recording: Ye Vagabonds [YouTube]

notes: song history and discography [Mainly Norfolk]