The Bold Poachers Songtext
von Martin Carthy

Concerning of three young men
One night in January
According laws contrary
A-poaching went straightway

It′s of two noble young men
One night in January
According laws contrary
A-poaching went straightway

They was inclined to ramble
O'er moor and moss and ramble
Where pheasants they do tremble
And keepers they draw near

Oh the keepers dared not enter
Nor cared those woods to venture
But outside round their centre
All in them bush they lay


Oh these poachers soon grew tired
To leave they soon desired
But then young Parkins fired
And he spilled one keeper′s blood

Oh he on the ground lay dying
And in his blood there lying
And no assistance nigh him
To see him where he lay

And as they were leaving
And homeward they were speeding
The other keeper he come stealing
They fired at him also

Oh he on the ground lay bleeding
And for his life there pleading
While through the woods come speeding
His mournful pity cry

They were taken with speed
All for that inhuman deed
For them there was no reprieve
All in the court next day


Oh the judge and the jury tried us
And we for pity cried us
Oh mercy don't deny us
We're not prepared to die

Oh the jury they consulted
Some said we should be gaoled
And others said transported
But the judge said we must die

Oh it never happened before
Two brothers hanged together
Two brothers hanged together
For the doing of one crime