On yonders hill there sits a hare.
Full of worry, grief and care,
And o'er her lodgings they were bare,
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
And o'er her lodgings they were bare,
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
And the huntsman he came riding by,
All on that 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.
For on that best dog to try his skill
And would kill that 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,
Hi Ho Hi Ho 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.
