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O:England
A:Lancashire
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Q:80
B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
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From the North

I wish Iwas in Lancashire
A' huntin' o' the hare,
All across the wide moorlands,
The hollows brown and bare,
Hearkening to the good hounds cry,
Hearkening to the horn,
Far away in Lancashire, on a windy morn.

I wish I was in Lancashire
Along the folks I know,
Ranging o'er the countryside
In all the winds that blow,
As they blew when I was yet a lad
In the place where I was born,
Far away in Lancashire, on a good fine hunting morn.

There's gradely hounds in Lancashire
As such there always were,
There's gradely hills in Lancashire
Although they're bleak and bare,
There's gradely lads i' Lancashire
And that I'll tell you true,
And I wish I was in Lancashire, a huntin' o'er the dew.

I long to be in Lancashire
A huntin' o' the hare
All across the wide moorlands
And the hollows brown and bare,
Hearkening to the good hounds cry,
Hearkening to the horn,
Far away in Lancashire, on a windy morn.