Oakham Poachers

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