The Lincolnshire Poacher

When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire 'Twas well I served my master for nigh on seven years 'Til I took up to poaching as you shall quickly hear Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year As me and my companions were setting out a snare 'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we didn't care For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump from anywhere Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year 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 them all up again, we caught a hare alive We caught a hare alive, my boys, and through the woods did steer Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year We threw him over my shoulder, boys, 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 divven't tell you where Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year 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 every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year