Popular Music Of The Olden Time Vol 2

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	TRADITIONAL SONGS OF UNCERTAIN DATE.	733



	As me and my comarade were setting of a snare, 'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care, For we can wrestle and fight, my hoys, and jump o'er anywhere, Oh! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year. As me and my comarade were setting four or five, And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive, We took the hare alive, my boys, and thro' the woods did steer, Oh ! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year. I threw him on my shoulder, 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 deer, Oh ! 'tis my delight on a shining night, in the season of the year.