OK - it's gonna be fonetic - don't kill me :)
On the first of December one fine winter's day,
To the hill of Draw Mihn, I jumped for to stray.
I was feeding on the green grass to [...] onions ground,
But my heart was too beaten by the cry of the hounds.
With me right tally ho, argi over ay ho,
Argi over, cried the hounds man, argi over ay ho.
They hunted me up, and they hunted me down,
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Over highlands and lowlands and moorlands also.
Over hedges and ditches like the wind I did go.
With me right tally ho, argi over ay ho,
Argi over, cried the hounds man, argi over ay ho.
I don't remember what was next. My band Slainte! and I want to sing this song on next Celtic festival in Dowspuda, Poland - so it is important for me.
Best Regards
Pawel, snori@polbox.com
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