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The
Lincolnshire Poacher
When I was bound apprentice in famous
Lincolnshire
Full well I served my master for more than seven
years
Till I took up to poaching, as you shall quickly
hear
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the
season of the year.
As me and my companions were setting of a snare
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we
did not care
Far we can wrestle and fight, my boys and jump
out anywhere
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the
season of the year.
As me and my companions were setting four or
five
And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare
alive
We took a hare alive my boys, and through the
woods did steer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the
season of the year.
I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudged
home
We took him to a neighbour's house, and sold him
for a crown
We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not
tell you where
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the
season of the year.
Success to ev'ry gentleman that lives in
Lincolnshire
Success to every poacher that wants to sell a
hare
Bad luck to ev'ry gamekeeper that will not sell
his deer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the
season of the year.
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