The Lincolnshire Poacher

When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire

Full well I served my master for more than seven year

Till I took up a poaching as you shall quickly hear

For 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year

For 'tis my delight on a shining 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 popped him in the bag me boys and oft for home did steer

For 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year

For 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year

I threw him over my shoulder and then we trudged on 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 cant tell you where

For 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year

For 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year

Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire

Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare

Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer

For 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year

For 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year