The Lincolnshire Poacher Chords

"The Lincolnshire Poacher"
 
A traditional English folk song associated with the county of Lincolnshire,and deals with the
joys of poaching. It is considered to be the unofficial county anthem of Lincolnshire.
The earliest printed version appeared in York about 1776. In 1857 it was written; "This very old ditty has
been transformed into the dialects of Somersetshire, Northumberland and Leicestershire, but it properly
belongs to Lincolnshire." The song is said to have been a favourite of King George IV
 
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[Verse 1]
G           C        G                D7        G
When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire
     G                           Em       A7    D7
Full well I served my master for more than seven years
     G                         Em        A7     D7
Till I took up to poaching, as you shall quickly hear
     G                                               D7     G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
     G                                               D7     G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
 
[Verse 2]
G          C     G                    D7    G
As me and my companions were setting of a snare
      G                                Em       A7     D7
'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care
    G                            Em       A7      D7   G
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys and jump out anywhere
     G                                        C      D7     G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
     G                                        C      D7     G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
 
[Verse 3]
G          C     G                    D7       G
As me and my companions were setting four or five
G                              Em       A7   D7
And taking on 'em up again, we caught a hare alive
G                                 Em          A7        D7
We took a hare alive my boys, and through the woods did steer
     G                                        C       D7    G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
     G                                        C       D7    G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
 
[Verse 4]
G        C         G                D7         G
I threw him on my shoulder and then we trudged home
   G                                    Em       A7    D7
We took him to a neighbour's house, and sold him for a crown
   G                                    Em       A7      D7
We sold him for a crown, my boys, but I did not tell you where
     G                                        C       D7    G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
     G                                        C       D7    G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
 
[Verse 5]
G             C       G                  D7      G
Bad luck to ev'ry magistrate that lives in Lincolnshire
    G                         Em       A7     D7
Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare
    G                             Em       A7       D7
Bad luck to ev'ry gamekeeper that will not sell his deer
     G                                        C      D7     G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
     G                                        C      D7     G
Oh, 'tis my delight on a shining night in the season of the year.
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