The Poacher

Oh! Fair-feathered pheasant perched high in the tree
Show yourself, make a morsel for me
A family to feed a babe in arms
Shall I woo you out with my gunpowder charms?

You rabbit, grouse, you hare and deer,
Come play with me you have nothing to fear
Stealthily now I have you in sight
Supper is mine in the still of the night

Away she goes with a leap and a bound
Then falls in turn with the night's only sound
Eureka! This night has been good to me
One life has been taken to supplement three

The night's nearly over its time to retreat
With my heart full of pride and my sackful of meat
Make way at the fire it wont now be long
Till we’re filling ourselves with food and a song