I transcribed and learnt it - it's a lovely song.

ON YONDER HILL THERE SITS A HARE (G Hanna)

On yonder hill there sits a hare,
Full of worry, grief and care,
And o'er her lodgings, it was bare,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho;
And o'er her lodgings, it was bare,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho.

Well, a huntsman he came riding by,
And on that poor hare cast his eye,
And o'er the bogs, halloo'd his dogs,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho;
And o'er the bogs, halloo'd his dogs,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho.

So now she's gone from hill to hill,
All for the best dog to try his skill,
And kill the poor hare that never done ill,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho;
And kill the poor hare that never done ill,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho.

And now she's turned and turned again,
Merrily as she trips the plain,
And may she live to run again,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho;
And may she live to run again,
Singin' ho, brave boys, hi ho.

The ands and wells may be a bit mixed up but it all makes sense :-)

Camojohn