Текст песни
When I was but a 'prentice in famous Lincolnshire
Full well I served my master for more than seven year
'Til I took up to poaching, as you will quickly hear
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night
In the season of the year
As me and my companions were setting of a snare
'Twas there 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 on my shoul'der and then we trudged it home
We took him to a neighbor'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
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night
In the season of the year