LRC歌词
When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Full well I serv'd my maste
for more than seven yea
Till I took up to poaching
as you shall quickly hea
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night
in the season of the yea
As me and my companions was setting off a snare
Twas then we spied the gamekeeper-
-for him we did not care
For we can wrestle and fight
my boys, and jump o'er anywhere
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the yea
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 woods did stee
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the yea
I threw him over my shoulde
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 did not tell you where
Oh
tis my delight on a shining 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 gamekeeper that will not sell his dee
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night
in the season of the year.
Full well I serv'd my maste
for more than seven yea
Till I took up to poaching
as you shall quickly hea
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night
in the season of the yea
As me and my companions was setting off a snare
Twas then we spied the gamekeeper-
-for him we did not care
For we can wrestle and fight
my boys, and jump o'er anywhere
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the yea
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 woods did stee
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the yea
I threw him over my shoulde
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 did not tell you where
Oh
tis my delight on a shining 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 gamekeeper that will not sell his dee
Oh
tis my delight on a shining night
in the season of the year.
文本歌词
When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,Full well I serv'd my mastefor more than seven yeaTill I took up to poachingas you shall quickly heaOhtis my delight on a shining nightin the season of the yeaAs me and my companions was setting off a snareTwas then we spied the gamekeeper--for him we did not careFor we can wrestle and fightmy boys, and jump o'er anywhereOhtis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the yeaAs me and my companions were setting four or fiveAnd taking on 'em up againwe caught a hare aliveWe took the hare alivemy boys, and through the woods did steeOhtis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the yeaI threw him over my shouldeand then we trudged homeWe took him to a neighbour's houseand sold him for a crownWe sold him for a crown, my boysbut I did not tell you whereOhtis my delight on a shining nightin the season of the year.Success to every gentleman that lives in LincolnshireSuccess to every poacher that wants to sell a hareBad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deeOhtis my delight on a shining nightin the season of the year.
