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THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER, by                    
First Line: "when I was bound apprentice, in famous lincolnshire"
Last Line: In the season of the year
Subject(s): Happiness;poaching; Joy;delight


WHEN I was bound apprentice,
In famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I served my master
For more then seven year,
Till I took up to poaching,
As you shall quickly hear;
O'tis my delight on a shining 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;
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys,
And jump o'er anywhere;
O'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 took the hare alive, my boys,
And through the woods did steer;
O'tis my delight on a shining 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;
O'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;
O'tis my delight on a shining night,
In the season of the year!





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