| Author | Topic: Add: The Lincolnshire Poacher | |
| Ed | Posted - 23 Nov 02 - 08:43 am | |
Lincolnshire Poacher, The When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire Full well I served my master for more than seven year Till I took up with poaching, as you will quickly hear Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night, in the season of the year As me and my comrades were setting of a snare 'Twas then we seed the gamekeeper - for him we did not care Far we can wrestle and fight, my 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 up on him again, we caught the hare alive We caught the hare alive, my boys, and through the woods 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 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 shiny night in the season of the year Bad luck to every magistrate 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 shiny night in the season of the year Source: Palmer, R (1979) Everyman's Book of English Country Songs London, Dent and Sons Notes: Sung by Joe Saunders, traveller, at Biggin Hill, Kent; collected by Stephen Sedley, 1967. The singer has only a few lines of text, and the remainder has been supplied from R. Bell, Ballads and Songs, 1857, pp. 216-7, with verse 4 added from Chappell, p. 732. Palmer notes: Instead of 'Bad luck to every magistrate' in the last verse, some versions have 'Success to every gentleman'. No doubt the prudent singer would have suited his words to his audience. George IV had a particular liking for the song, and slighting references to his Justices of the Peace would hardly have been well received at Windsor. George IV enjoyed the tune which is still well known, thanks to the National Song Book, but the melody much earlier associated with the song was 'The Manchester Angel'. This continued in oral circulation, and a recently collected version is given here. The singer, a traveller called Joe Saunders, remarked: 'I'll sing you one they larns 'em in the schools - only they don't larn it 'em right.' Although other counties - Leicestershire, Northamptonshire, and even Somersetshire - are sometimes introduced, it seems that Lincolnshire was originally intended, at least from the evidence of the earliest printed version, which appeared in 1776. Database entry is here Ed | ||
| John from Hull | Posted - 27 Nov 02 - 03:20 am | |
This is one of my favourite songs and ius sung by Jim Eldon, a local folksinger in the Tap & Spile session, in Hull. John John | ||
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 21 Jan 04 - 11:15 am | |
Poaching Song. When I was bound apprentice In famous Somersetshire I served my master truly For nearly seven year, Till I took up to poaching As you shall quickly hear For 'twas my delight of a shiny night In the season of the year. As me and my companions Were setting of a snare The gamekeeper was watching us But for him we did not care For we can wrestle fight, my boys, Jump over anywhere. For it's my delight of a shiny night In the season of the year. As me and my companions Were setting for a five In taking of them up again We caught a hare alive We popped her in the bag, my boys And through the woods did steer For it's my delight of a shiny night In the season of the year. We threw her across our shoulders And wandered through the town, And called into a neighbour's house And sold her for a crown, We sold her for a crown, my boys, But dared not tell you where, For it's my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year. So here's success to poachers For I do not think it fair, Bad luck to every gamekeeper That will not sell his deer, Good luck to every landlady That wants to buy a hare. For it's my delight on a shiny night In the season of the year. Source: Still Growing. English Traditional Songs from the Cecil Sharp Collection. Notes: Cecil Sharp collected this song from Elizabeth Smitherd of Tewkesbury in Gloucestershire in April 1908. Her father was a carpenter and a squire's son. She was one of thirteen sisters and learned all her songs from them and from her parents. Manuscript refs. FT 1571-1577, 1626-1631, 1640-1645. FW 1417-1421, 1470-1487, 1492-1499. Added to database here. | ||
| John from Hull | Posted - 21 Jan 04 - 03:56 pm | |
I think Jim has recorded this song, he has made a few CD's and plays flute etc on some of the early Waterson Carthy recordings. I'll try to find out if its on a Cd, and if so whci one. John John | ||
| masato sakurai | Posted - 21 Jan 04 - 11:58 pm | |
From The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music: Title: The Poachers. Composer, Lyricist, Arranger: Composed by G.A. Hodson. Publication: Philadelphia: G.E. Blake, No.13 south 5th Street, n.d.. Form of Composition: strophic with chorus Instrumentation: piano and voice First Line: When I was bound apprentice in fair Lincolnshire, Full well I serv'd my master for more than seven year First Line of Chorus: O 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year Performer: Sung by Mr. Andrews From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads: my delight in a shiny night [title] my delight on a shiny night [title] poacher [title] poachers [title] poachers or its my delight &c [title] Edited By masato sakurai - 22-Jan-2004 00:07:44 AM | ||
| Mr Happy | Posted - 23 Jan 04 - 03:05 pm | |
And again another version: SONG OF THE BOGLE CLENCHER [Ramblin' Sid Rumpo/Kenneth Williams] (Words by Barry Took & Marty Feldman) Now I should like to burst forth ... with a traditional Lincolnshire air. 'Tis the song of the Bogle Clencher, and goes after this fashion: When I was a clencher's bogleman in famous Lincoln town I often clenched my bogling fork for less than half-a-crown And I would joggle and nurk, my boys, As I shall quickly tell Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night, On a foggy night as well. Oh, once I took my moulies and set them in a snare 'Twas there I spied a scroper's man a whirdling a hare But I was not afeared, my boys, of that there is no doubt. Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night When the coppers aren't about Although I'm over 80 now, my boggles still I clench And I will flutter my artefacts at any passing wench I've tickled many a screebling nut as on my way I go Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night At one-and-nine a throw. Tune: Lincolnshire Poacher | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 23 Jan 04 - 03:21 pm | |
Mr Happy, "my boggles still I clench..." my mind boggles over where you find your songs! Jon | ||
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 23 Jan 04 - 06:48 pm | |
Lovely one Mr Happy, I'm sure I heard that one a long time ago. Wasn't 'Rambling Sid Rumpo' a character on 'Round the Horn'? Interesting that the words were by Barry Took and Marty Feldman. | ||
| Mr Happy | Posted - 29 Jan 04 - 02:23 am | |
Jon, "my boggles still I clench..." my mind boggles over where you find your songs! Have a peek here: http://www.monologues.co.uk/index2.htm | ||