The Bold Poachers

Concerning of three young men One night in January According laws contrary A-poaching went straightway It's of two noble young men One night in January According laws contrary A-poaching went straightway They was inclined to ramble O'er moor and moss and ramble Where pheasants they do tremble And keepers they draw near Oh the keepers dared not enter Nor cared those woods to venture But outside round their centre All in them bush they lay Oh these poachers soon grew tired To leave they soon desired But then young Parkins fired And he spilled one keeper's blood Oh he on the ground lay dying And in his blood there lying And no assistance nigh him To see him where he lay And as they were leaving And homeward they were speeding The other keeper he come stealing They fired at him also Oh he on the ground lay bleeding And for his life there pleading While through the woods come speeding His mournful pity cry They were taken with speed All for that inhuman deed For them there was no reprieve All in the court next day Oh the judge and the jury tried us And we for pity cried us Oh mercy don't deny us We're not prepared to die Oh the jury they consulted Some said we should be gaoled And others said transported But the judge said we must die Oh it never happened before Two brothers hanged together Two brothers hanged together For the doing of one crime