The Bold Poachers

Gm Gm Concerning of three young men F Gm One night in January F According laws contrary Gm A-poaching went straightway Gm They were inclined to ramble F Gm Amongst the trees and brambles F A-firing at the pheasants Gm Which brought the keepers nigh Gm The keepers dared not enter F Gm Nor cared the woods to venture F But outside near the centre Gm In them old bush they stood Gm The poachers they were tired F Gm And to leave they were desired Bb F And at last young Parkins fired Gm Eb And spilled one keeper's blood Gm Fast homeward they were making F Gm Nine pheasants they were taking Bb F When another keeper faced them Gm Eb They fired at him also Gm He on the ground lay crying F Gm Just like some person dying Bb F With no assistance nigh him Gm Eb Bb F May god forgive their crime Gm Then they were taken with speed F Gm All for that inhuman deed Bb F It caused their hearts to bleed Gm Eb For their young tender years Gm There seen before was never F Gm Three brothers tried together Bb F Three brothers condemned for poaching Gm Eb Bb F Found guilty as they stood Gm Exiled in transportation F Gm Two brothers they were taken Bb F And the other one hung as a token Gm Eb Bb F Gm May god forgive their crime