When the gun presented fire, and the bird came tumbling down,
This lad he kick'd him with his club before he reached the ground.
So as we as march'd up Burlington road, we loaded every gun,
Saying if we meet a keeper bold we'll make him for to run,
For we are all bright Sledmere lads, our names we will not tell,
But if we meet a keeper bold we'll make his head to swell.
We landed into Cherry woods; we went straight up the walk;
We peak'd the pheasants in the trees, so softly we did talk;
We mark'd all out, what we did see, till we return'd again,