The Bold Poachers - Martin Carthy
Concerning of three 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
