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THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER
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!
As mé and my cómrade were setting of a snare,
Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care,