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Title
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It's my delight of a shiny night
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Singer
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Bradshaw, William
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
When I was bound apprentice in famed Northamptonshire,
I served my master truly for almost seven long year,
Until I took up poaching as you shall quickly hear,
Oh. It's my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year.
Verse 2
As I and my companions were setting of a snare,
The gamekeeper was a-watching us, for him we did not care,
For we can wrestle and fight my boys, or jump over anywhere,
For it's my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year.
Verse 3
As I and my companions were setting four or five,
A-taking of them up again we catched the hare alive,
We throwed her across our shoulders and through the wood did steer,
For it's my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year.
Verse 4
We threw her across out shoulders and wandered through the town,
Called into a neighbouring alehouse and sold her for a crown;
We sold her for a crown, my boys, but I shall not tell you where,
For it's my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year.
Verse 5
Here is success to poaching, for I do not think it fair.
Bad luck to every gamekeeper that would not sell his deer!
Good luck to every gentleman that wants to buy a hare!
For it's my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year.
