(:redirect quiet=1:) %abc-2.1 X:1 T:Thornaby Woods T:Thornymoor Woods Z:Webmaster C:Trad K: W:1 W:In Thorneymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire, W:Thorneymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire, W:Three game-keepers' houses stood three-square, W:About a mile from each other they were W:Orders they were to look out for the deer. W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:2 W:Now me and me dogs went out one night W:The moon and the stars were shining bright W:O'er hedges and ditches, fields and stiles W:With my three dogs trotting close by me heels, W:To catch a fat buck down in Thorneymoor fields. W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:3 W:That very first night we had bad luck, W:One of me very best dogs got shot W:He come to me all bloody and lame W:Right sorry I was for to see the same W:And not being able to follow the game. W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:4 W:I searched his wounds and found them slight W:'Twas done by a game-keeper out of spite W:Well I'll take a stick right tight in me hand W:I'll search the woods till I find that man W:I'll thrash his old hide right well if I can W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:5 W:Now I come home and I went to bed W:Limping Jack went out in me stead W:O'er hedges and ditches, fields and stiles W:He found a buck lying on the ground W:My little dog has gave him the death-wound. W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:6 W:And Limping Jack he cut the buck's throat W:Tied his legs with good stout rope W:And I had a laugh to see Limping Jack W:Up in a lane with that buck on his back W:Carried it just like a pedlar's pack W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:7 W:Now we got us a butcher to skin the game W:Likewise another to sell the same W:And the very first joint as we offered for sale W:Was to an old girl she sold bad ale W:She had us young lads up in Nottingham gaol W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:8 W:In Nottingham assizes are you and I W:Us three young lads we go to be tried W:But the magistrate laughed her all to scorn W:He says the old bugger should be forsworn W:Into little pieces torn W:Fol de rol, tora lie day W: W:9 W:In Nottingham assizes are gone and past W:Us three young lads go free at last W:The bucks and the does will never roam free W:A poacher's life is the life for me W:A poacher I will always be W:Fol de rol, tora lie day