When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire Full well I served my master for more than seven year 'Til I took up a-poaching, as you will 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 did not care Far we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump o'er 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 of them up again, we caught a hare alive We caught a hare alive, my boys, and homeward we did steer Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
We put him over our 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 dare not tell you where Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
Good luck to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire Good luck to every poacher that wants to steal a hare Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
