Here's my version, as on my CD and as learnt (apart from verse .. from gypsy Wiggie Smith in Gloucestershire and possibly the only folk song with to contain the word 'airgun'.

I took my dog and my airgun too
And then I took a ramble
I rambled round for a mile or two
To see what I could find-oh.

I had not gone two fields from home
Before up jumped a hare-oh
Oh, up she jumped and away she ran
Made my dog, made her squeal murder

I had not gone three fields from home
Before up jumped another
Up she jumped and away she ran
Right into my plantation.

See how she laughs, see how she cried
Then something stopped her running
Lie still, lie still, oh you poor pussy cat
For your now is a-coming.

I popped that hare into my bag
Not noticing of her features
Oh let her be a buck or doe
She was a charming creature.

I took that hare along the road
And sold her for a crown-oh
Tbey said they would give me a crown a brace
If I could bring them fifty.

If your're quick, you can hear it on the Music Well billboard, as 'I took my dog.'

Tradsinger