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{{Vs|4}} I threw him on my shoulder, and then we trudgèd home, | {{Vs|4}} I threw him on my shoulder, and then we trudgèd home, | ||
We took him to a neighbour's house, and sold him for a crown, | 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, | We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not tell you where, | ||
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year. | Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year. | ||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-12-24). Score information: A4, 10 pages, 259 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
General Information
Title: The Lincolnshire poacher
Composer: Thomas Dunhill
Lyricist: Traditional
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1930 Novello's The Orpheus no.614
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
1 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 shall quickly hear,
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.
2 As me and my comarade 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 o'er anywhere,
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.
3 As me and my comarade 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,
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.
4 I threw him on my shoulder, 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,
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.
5 Success to ev'ry gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire.
Success to ev'ry 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 shining night, in the season of the year.