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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