On yonder's hill there sits a hare
Full of worry, grief and care
And o, her lodgings they were bare
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
And o, her lodgings they were bare
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho

And the huntsman he came riding by
All on that poor hare he cast his eye
And o'er the bogs halooed his dogs
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
And o'er the bogs halooed his dogs
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho

And now she's gone from hill to hill
For on that best dog to try his skill
And would kill the poor hare that never done ill
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
And kill the poor hare that never done ill
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho


And now she's turned and turned again
Hi-ho, hi-ho, merrily as she trips over the plain
And may she live to run again
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho
And may she live to run again
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho