Okay, all, here they are, as they appear in the liner notes on "Skree" from the Casey Neill Trio!

(I don't know how to post these to the database here--is there a link, or will they just pick it up from here?)

Enjoy!
:)
Old Brown's Daughter

HARE OF KILGRAIN

Come, all you bold sportsman of honor and fame,
Who weekly appear on the braes of Kilgrain,
With your servants and horses and dogs at command,
And young Richard Hunter for to lead on the band.
O the praise of our huntsman I mean for to sing.
Their cries make the woods and the valleys to ring.
Like old mighty Nimrod, that huntsman of fame,
Young Hunter goes on in pursuit of the game.

November fourteenth, upon that fatal day,
As down from my dwelling I happened to stray,
All alone past the side of yon whinny green hill,
Where oftimes in plenty I sported at will,
As I wandered unhurtful to gather my food,
The hounds were unbuckled, as I understood.
Neither wheat, corn, nor barley did ever I spoil,
For I always took green grass or the shamrock for soil.
Under a bush I did lurk for some time,
While twenty around me and six did combine,
My innocent life without pity to take,
But quick as the lightning away I did make.

Right over the mountains and away past Kilgrain,
Well buckled by Ringwood and Slasher by name,
And down past Young's building and away past Cloyfinn,
That old beagle Draper, my curse light on him.
All along by Drumadraw for the bog once again,
Thinking I there for some time might remain.
But Drummer and Borere around me did rush
As I lay sore frightened up under a bush.
Of lady and fair maid I then took my leave,
While Hunter his hat by the stubble did wave,
For the sign of the trail he was led to obey.
It was you, Richard Hunter, led my life away.

All over the mountains I made my wavering course,
Right stoutly pursued by hounds, foot, and horse,
And the cries of young Hunter so loud did he cheer,
Each beagle and beagles to Ringwood gave ear.
Right over my old course like lightning I flew,
To keep a good distance from that bloody crew,
And the cries of young Hunter so loud did he cheer,
That bloodthirsty crew had my life in their care.
My race being run, I was forced to give o'er.
My innocent body in pieces they tore.
You may find other pastimes and drink health galore.
On the braes of Kilgrain, you will hunt me no more.