'I heard her in the valley I heard her in the dead of night The warning of a white hare Her eyes burning bright Be careful not to catch her Or give her right of way For she will look upon you And steal your soul away. For the white hare is calling She's dancing in the night She'll be out till the morning, Her eyes bruning bright The white hare is calling you. Out across the heather, A shadow came on to me, Her hair was hanging over Her face I could not see. She ran behind the rocks, I heard the hounds cry, The image of a woman Her head she held up high. So if you go hunting Calling out your prey, If you meet a fair maid, Her hair ashen grey Be careful you don't catch her Or give her right of way, For she will look upon you And steal your soul away. That's everything. any ideas?
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