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Modern Street Ballads 1888 Vol. 1

Modern Street Ballads 1888 Vol. 1

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19th Century English street ballads
19th Century English street ballads

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WHEN I was bound

'prentice in fair

Lincolnshire,

I served

my master for

nearly seven

year,

Till I

got up to

poaching, as

quickly you shall

hear,

It was

my delight in a

shiny night, in the season of

the

year.

As I and

my bold comrades were

setting of a

snare,

The game keeper was

watching us, for him we did not

care,

For I could wrestle, or

fight, my boys, or

jump over

any where,

It was my delight in a

shiny night, in the season of

the

year.

As I and

my bold comrades were

setting four or

five,

And going to take them

up again, we found a hare

alive,

THE BOLD POACHER.

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I have her in the

bag, my boys, and

through the woods

we steer,

It was

my delight in a

shiny night, in the season of

the

year.

I

hung her over

my shoulder, and rambled into the

town,

I called at a

neighbour's house, and sold her for a

crown,

I sold her for a crown

my boys, but I'll not tell

you

where,

It was

my delight, in a

shiny night, in the season of

the

year.

Here's to

every poacher that lives in

Lincolnshire,

And here's to

every gamekeeper, that wants to

buy a

hare,

But not

every keeper that wants to

keep his

deer,

It was my delight of a

shiny night, in the season of

the

year.

THIS ballad shows that there are two sides to a

poacher's life.

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