This is the man that shoots the hare This is the coat he wears With game bag powder horn and gun He’s going to have some fun
The hare sits in the leaves and grass And laughs to see the green man pass
And as the sun gets very hot And he a heavy gun has got The lays down under a tree And goes to sleep as you can see
The hare sneaks up hip hop Takes the gun and then hops off
The green man wakes and sees the hare’s face With the gun shoved in his face Well he screams and runs away The hare chases him all day
That hare is trying all that she can To shoot the sleepy green coat man
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At last he stumbles at a well Arse over tit and in he fell The hare takes aim and hark Bang goes the gun and hits the mark Bang bang bang bang
The hare’s The green man’s wife Was drinking her coffee From her coffee cup The hare shot cup and saucer through And then the hare shot her too
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Well the hare’s own child the little hare Lived by the cottage there And as she stood upon her toes The hare shot her through the nose
She died with nose in hand And she didn’t understand And then the hare put the gun to her head And bang went the gun and she too was Dead dead dead dead
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