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 dld 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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