Oakham Poachers
Ian Kearey, Al Scott, Shirley Collins, Trad
It was on last February
Against our laws contrary
Three brothers being wet and weary
Off a-poaching they did go
Off to Oakham Woods they rambled
In among the briars and brambles
And it’s outside but near the centre
Into ambush they did lie
These three brothers, being brave-hearted
They boldly kept on firing
Until one of ‘em got a fatal blow
And it showed they was overthrown
Off to Stamford Jail they were taken
And so cruelly were they beaten
And it’s in Stamford Jail they now do lie
Until their trial comes on
So come all you gallant poachers
That does hear of we three brothers
For it’s our brother’s sake made our hearts ache
And we’re bound with him to die