歌词
When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I serv'd my master
for more than seven year
Till I took up to poaching
as you shall quickly hear
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night
in the season of the year
As me and my companions was setting off 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
Oh
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
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year
I threw him over 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 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
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night
in the season of the year.