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A traditional song.
Angela - Ukulele and vocals
Em - Dulcimer
Bryan - Ukulele
lyrics
On the first of November, on a bright autumn day
To the hills of Dromina I chanced for to stray
I was feeding on green grass, the cloves on yon ground
When my heart was set a-beating by the cry of the hound
Musha right tally-ho, hark ye over hi ho
Hark ye over cries the huntsman, Hark ye over hi ho
Well they hunted me up, and they hunted me down
The bold sportsmen of Strathen, on the trails said the hound
Over highlands and lowlands, over burrens also,
Over hedges and ditches, like the wind they did go.
Musha right tally-ho, hark ye over hi ho
Hark ye over cries the huntsman, Hark ye over hi ho
There was revel and rabble and it gave me a cold rush
When they finally did find me, it was in a rose bush
For better or worse, I know I must die,
But I do my endeavor, those hounds to defy
Musha right tally-ho, hark ye over hi ho
Hark ye over cries the huntsman, Hark ye over hi ho
Now I must die, and I know not the crime
For the value of sixpence, I ne'er harmed mankind
I ne'er was brought up for to rob or to steal
Except for the droppings and the tops of green kale
Musha right tally-ho, hark ye over hi ho
Hark ye over cries the huntsman, Hark ye over hi ho
Then up steps the huntsman, to end all my strife
Saying, "let the hare go, give her play for her life"
Be it far better, to kill Reynard the Fox
Who ate all your chickens and never got caught
Musha right tally-ho, hark ye over hi ho
Hark ye over cries the huntsman, Hark ye over hi ho
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released January 14, 2013
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