| On yonders hill there sits a hare
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| Full of worry, grief and care
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| And o’er her lodgings they were bare
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And o’er her lodgings they were bare
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And the huntsman he came riding by
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| All on that poor hare he cast his eye
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| And o’er the bogs halooed his dogs
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And o’er the bogs halooed his dogs
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And now she’s gone from hill to hill
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| For on that best dog to try his skill
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| And would kill that poor hare that never done ill
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And kill the poor hare that never done ill
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And now she’s turned and turned again
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| Hi Ho Hi Ho Merrily as she trips the plain
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| And may she live to run again
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
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| And may she live to run again
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| Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho |