We never fired gun that night but down a pheasant fell.
You gentlemen wanting pheasants, unto me you must apply,
Both hares and pheasants you shall have, and them right speedily.
So now, my lads, it's we'll gan yam, we'll take the nearest way,
And if we meet a keeper bold his body we will bray;
For we are all bright Sledmere lads, our names we will not tell,
But if we meet a keeper bold his head we'll make to swell.
So come, you poaching lads, who love to hunt the game,
And let us fix a time when we will meet again;
For at Colleywoodbro' there's plenty of game, but we'll gan no more,