TESTO DEL LIED

"The Lincolnshire poacher"
di Volkslieder (Folksongs)

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 will quickily hear;
O '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 game-keeper, for him we did not care,
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump o'er anywhere;
O '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 thro' the woods did steer,
O 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.
I threw him on my shouldier, and then we trudgèd 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 did not tell you where,
O '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 game-keeper that will not sell his deer,
O 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.