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When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I served my master for more than seven years,
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,
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
As me and my companians were setting of a snare,
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care,
For 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,
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 'em up again, we caught a hare alive.
We took 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.
I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudged on 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 dare not 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.
Bad luck to every magistrate 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,
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
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