Last Saturday morning the horns they did blow To the green fields round Tassagh the huntsmen did go To meet the bold sportsmen from around Keady town For none loved the sport better than the boys of Maydown And when we arrived they were all standing there So we took to the green fields to search for the hare We had not gone far when someone gave a cheer Over high hills and valleys the wee puss did steer With our dogs all abreast and that big mountain hare And the sweet singing music it rang through the air Straight for the black bank for to try them once more And it was her last sight round the hills of Granemore And as we trailed on to where the wee puss did lie She sprang to her feet for to bid us goodbye Our music it ceased and her cry we could hear Saying "Cursed be the ones brought you Maydown dogs here" "Last night as I lay content in the glen It was little I thought about dogs or of men But when going homewards at the clear light of day I could hear the long horn that young Toner did play" "And it being so early I stopped for a while It was little I thought they were going to meet Coyle If I had known that I'd had have lain near the town Or tried to get clear of those dogs from Maydown" "And now I am dying the sport is all done No more through the green fields round Keady I'll run Nor feed in the glen on a cold winter's night Or go home to my den when it's breaking daylight" "I blame old McMahon for bringing Coyle here He's been at his old capers these many's the year From Friday to Sunday he'll never give o'er With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Granemore"
