| I heard her in the valley
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| I heard her in the dead of night
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| The warning of a white hare
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| Her eyes burning bright
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| Be careful you don’t catch her
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| Or give her right of way
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| For she will look upon you
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| And steal your soul away
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| For the white hare is calling
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| She’s dancing in the night
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| She’ll be out 'til the morning light
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| Out upon the heather
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| A shadow came onto me
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| Her hair was hanging over
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| Her face I could not see
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| She ran behind the rocks
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| I heard the hounds cry
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| The image of a woman
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| With head she held up high
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| For the white hare is calling
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| She’s dancing in the night
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| She’ll be out 'til the morning
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| With her eyes burning bright
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| The white hare is calling you
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| If you go hunting
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| Calling out your prey
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| If you see a fair maid
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| Her hair of ash and grey
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| Careful you don’t catch her
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| Or give her right of way
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| For she will look upon you
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| And steal your soul away
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| For the white hare is calling
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| She’s dancing in the night
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| She’ll be out 'til the morning
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| With her eyes burning bright
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| The white hare is calling you
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| You can her her calling every night
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| You can her her calling every night
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| You can her her calling… |