'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?