Lincolnshire Poacher (folk song)

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The Lincolnshire Poacher is a traditional English folk song associated with the county of Lincolnshire, and dealing with the act of poaching. Another song with the same tune is The Chandler's Wife.

1 History
2 Usage
3 Lyrics
4 Trivia
5 External links

[edit] History

The song is believed to date from the year 1776.

[edit] Usage

The Lincolnshire Poacher is the quick march of the Royal Air Force College, Cranwell, the officer training school of the Royal Air Force located in Lincolnshire and was the march of the 10th Regiment of Foot. It is also the authorized march of The Lincoln and Welland Regiment of the Canadian Forces. Radio Lincolnshire, from its origination in 1980 until early 2006, used the melody from the end of the song's chorus as the signature tune for its news jingle. It still uses a version with a less pronounced melody from the folk song. In 1961, Benjamin Britten arranged the song as number three in Volume Five of British folk songs. Frank Newman instrumented the song for four hands on piano. In 1978, the Brighouse and Rastrick Brass Band had a follow up single to their successful Floral Dance with the Lincolnshire Poacher, though did not reach the top ten as the Floral Dance did. Both of these brass band instrumentations were arranged by Derek Broadbent, their conductor. The B-side was Tijuana Tuba, and it was on the 1978 album The Floral Dance.

The first two bars of the tune are used as an interval signal on the Lincolnshire Poacher numbers station.

[edit] Lyrics

The Lincolnshire Poacher

When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire
'Twas well I served my master for nigh on seven years
Till I took up to 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 was setting out a snare
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we didn't care
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, and jump from 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 them all up again, we caught a hare alive
We caught a hare alive, my boys, and through the woods did steer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.

We threw him over my shoulder, boys, and then we trudged 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 divven't 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
(Alt. Bad luck to every magistrate)
Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare
Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.