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TRADITIONAL TUNES.
Another poaching song started —
Come, all you lads of high renown,
That love to drink good ale that's brown,
That pull the lofty pheasant down,
With powder, shot, and gun, etc.
and another, " The Oakham Poachers," began in this dismal strain —
Young men, in every station,
That live within this nation,
Pray, here my lamentation —
A solemn, mournful tale —
Concerning three young men,
That now do lie condemned,
And heavy bound in irons,
In Oakham county jail.
A fitting pendant to this is, " The Downfall of Young Henry the
Poacher," a verse of which is given in the present volume on
page 130.
"Hares in the Old Plantation" is a song originally consisting of a
number of verses so deficient of rhyme and reason as to be not
worth the trouble of transcription, though the air is by no means
a bad one. The song was obtained for me .at Goole.
HARES IN THE OLD PLANTATION.
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piece of bread while there's hares in the old planta-t.on.
My father turned me out of doors,
I'd no home nor habitation ;
I took my dog, my gun, and snares,
Away to the old plantation.
I'll never want a piece of bread,
While there's hares in the old plantation.