Nate Berry's video: The Hills of Granemore

Re-uploading hopefully to eliminate the crackly static on the audio? Such a great tune I hardly do it any justice, but I enjoy playing it just the same. The words I'm using are below (except of course where I screw them up and sing the wrong words!) mostly after Steeleye Span, 1970 although some taken from Al O'Donnell, 1978. This one is sure to make it into a future book of song but isn't there as yet! The Hills of Granemore Last [F] Saturday [C] morning, the horns they did [G] blow To the [C] green fields of [F] Keady for [G] hours we did [C] go We [F] gathered our [C] dogs and we [F] circled a- [F] round [G] For none [F] loved the sport [C] better than the [C] boys from May- [G] down And when we arrived they were all standing there So we took to the green fields in search of the hare We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer Over high hills and valleys the sweet puss did steer As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and white As she took the Black Bank for to try them once more Oh, it was her last look o'er the hills of Greenmore. In a field of wheat stubble this pussy did lie And Rory and Charmer they did pass her by And there where we stood at the top of the brae We heard the last words that this sweet puss did say: “No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roam Nor trip through the fields, boys, in sport and in fun Or hear the long horn that your toner does play I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day.” You may blame ol' MacMahon for killing the hare For he's at his ol' capers this many's a year On Saturday and Sunday he never gives o'er With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore.