When I was bound apprentice in famous Linolnshire Full well I serv'd my master, for more than seven year Till I took up poaching, as you shall quickly hear: Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year As me and my companions were setting off a snare Twas then we spied the game-keeper, for him we did not care For we can wrestle and fight, me boys, and jump o'er anywhere Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year As me and my companions were setting four or five And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive We took the hare alive, my boys, and through the wood did steer Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year
	I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudg`ed home We took him to a neighbours house and sold him for a crown We sold hom for a crown, my boys, I need not tell you where Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year Success to every gentleman that lives in Lincolnshire Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare Bad luck to every game keeper that will not sell his deer Oh tis my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year