The Mountain Hare
Attending seniors’ dinners at Camross and Borris-in-Ossory earlier in the year, I twice heard Martin Delaney singing the Co Laois ballad, “The Mountain Hare.” The song was enigmatic, why was Fint Phelan being hunted and was he due to be hung in Mountmellick? The words Martin had speak of “verses nine”, it seems two are missing. If anyone has information on this Slieve Bloom song, it would be fascinating to hear the full story of the Mountain Hare.
Come all you jolly heroes, who live near Glendine
I hope you’ll pay attention to these few feeling lines
concerning a young mountain lad who lately has come down
and strange to say got bad fairplay, all in his native town.
The whole promoter of this row, his name was one Ned Bell
where his ancestors do reside, no Irishman can tell.
He came a drover to Campelone, no man can tell from where,
that was the boy thought to destroy our charming Mountain Hare.
The man you call the Mountain Hare, Fint Phelan is his name.
A third class man detected him, the country knows the same.
They took him to Mountmellick, where they right and wrong did swear.
For one long month, they did well hunt our charming Mountain Hare.
The hardest heart would soften to see him, marched throughout the street,
fatigued and tired, he wore a smile for everyone he’d meet.
He marched with them quite peaceable, till he came unto the Square,
“Farewell, my boys”, Fint Phelan cries, “it’s the Mountain Hare”.
The huntsman, he being on the ground, let loose his six black dogs,
they chased him through Irishtown, across Clontuwra bogs.
Some of them cross-cutted him, others laid a snare
And by bad fairplay, he gained the day, our charming Mountain Hare.
The huntsman’s name being Barry, he was head until that day
but now he’s lost his title, likewise reduced his pay.
He wore three stripes upon jis sleeve, but now his jacket’s bare.
He may sore lament the day he went to hunt the Mountain Hare.
Now to conclude and finish my verses nine.
Long life to you, Fint Phelan, from the folks of Sweet Glendine.
Long life to you, Fint Phelan, let you run front or rear.
You were the boy who did them try, our charming Mountain Hare.
I am a distant cousin of Fint Phelan, my Father was Fitzpatrick, many years ago I met Old Mrs Phelan, her son was Librarian. Also met with Hanna Fitzpatrick every time I would go back to Ireland. Any information would be appreciated.
Mary Fitzpatrick Rey
My dad Noel Dooley is his grand nephew and he is looking for some information about him too
My father John Joe Breen ‘s grandmother was Catherine Phelan . She was a sister of Fint Phelan The Mountain Hare.My Dad now has Alzheimer’s but he often sang the song and recounted The Mountain Hare’s exploits . As far as I am aware he is a first cousin of the late Tom Fitzpatrick who s wife Hannah is mentioned in the comment above .
Hi Mary Rey,
My name is Ciara Fitzpatrick and I am Hannah Fitzpatrick’s Granddaughter. We came across your comment in connection with Granny and would love if you could get in touch.
my uncles name was Fint Phelan who is directly related to Fint the hare.It would be great if those interested in gathering as much information as possible about our warrior relation to form a group with the intention of putting together his story.
please respond if interested.
Hi Chris,
I’ll pass your email address on to anyone who responds.
Fint Phelan ” The Mountain Hare ” was born in 1815 in Killeen ,Offerlane Upperwoods in the Slieve Bloom Mountains , He was an Anti-Tithe protester and supporter of Daniel O’Connell, there are a number of Recitations, songs and stories in the Newspaper Archives recounting his activities and place as a folk hero
Thanks, John. It is a name that seems to have been passed on down through the generations
is there an air to this song?
There is. Martin Delaney would be the man who would know its name.