When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I served my master for more than seven year,
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 comrade 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 out anywhere,
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
As me and my comrade were setting four or five,
And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive.
We took a hare alive me 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 for 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'll not tell you where
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny 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 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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