It's, or something similar, is on Patrick Street's 'Cornerboys' CD, GLCD 1160, called 'The Kilgrain Hare' with these words:

Come all you bold sportsmen of honour and fame
That weekly appears on the braes of Kilgrain
With your servants and your horses and your dogs at command
And young Richard Hunter to lead on the band

    With me hark tally ho, hark over yon brow
    She's over says the huntsman and yonder she'll go

November fourteenth on that fatal day
As down from my dwelling I chanced for to stray
All alone by the side of yon whinny green hill
Where oftimes in plenty I sported at will

As I fed on green grass that grows on yonder ground
My heart was set beating by the cry of the hounds
And Hunter the foremost of all for the prey
In a voice like the thunder cries out hark away

Right over the moutnain and away past Kilgrain
Well buckled by Ringwood and Slasher by name
Then down past Young's buildings and away through Cloyfin
That old beagle Draper my curse light on him

Right over my old course like lightening I flew
To keep a good distance from that bloody crew
But the hounds in full cry filled my heart with despair
That blood thirsty crew had my life in their care

O now I must die and I know not the crime
To the value of sixpence I ne'er harmed mankind
And the hounds to the trail, they were bred to obey
It was you, Richard Hunter, led by life astray

My race being run, I was forced to give o'er
My innocent body in pieces they tore
You may seek other pastimes and drink healths galore
On the braes of Kilgrain you will hunt me no more

Sorry about the lack of punctuation, but that's how it appears in Patrick Street's notes!

Barbara