| Lyrics: | HOOKS AND NETS
(Ian Woods)
(Heard from Tom McHenry: FSGW Getaway
1985)
When the night sky is dark, and the moon dimly shines,
I'm off to the fields
to feed my wife and mine;
With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander
abroad, it's a fine poaching night.
cho: With me hooks and me nets, and me little
flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night.
Now, the first is a
hare to come into my sack,
One flick of the wrist and I'll break 'er neck;
Then cut in
four, haunch 'er right where she sets,
And that swells the bottom of my little
sack.
cho:
Now the pheasant she sits in the branches so high,
So I mark the
spot well as I'm walkin' by;
Then out with me wire and a little flashlight
Then bag 'im
and home again in the moonlight.
cho:
Now a little old partridge would be such
a treat,
But you have to move careful 'cause they sit so tight;
And if you're too near,
they're away with a din,
And I've no wish to waken the fine
gentlemen.
cho:
Now just when the nightingale brings in the dawn,
The
keeper will surge, but I will be gone.
Back to me 'ouse with a lively old tread,
In
through the back door and up to me bed.
cho:
Now boil 'em all up with potatoes and
swedes,
Oh tell me what else could a village man need;
With a pipe and pint, in the pub
I'm all right,
And I'm free to go wand'rin' through the fields any
night.
cho:
@poaching @outlaw
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