The Rufford Park Poachers

A buck or doe, believe it so
 A pheasant or a hare
 Were set on earth for everyone
 Quite equally to share
 So poacher bold as I unfold
 Keep up your gallant heart
 And think about those poachers bold
 That night in Rufford Park
 They say that forty gallant poachers
 They were in distress
 They'd often been attacked when
 Their number, it was less
 Among the gorse to settle scores
 Those forty gathered stones
 To make a fight for poor men's rights
 And break the keepers bones
 The keepers went with flails against
 The poachers and their cause
 So no man there again would dare
 Defy the rich man's laws
 Upon the ground with mortal wound
 Head keeper Roberts lay
 He never will rise up until
 The final judgment day
 Of all that band who made a stand
 To set a net or snare
 The four men brought before the court
 Were tried for murder there
 The Judge he said, "For Robert's death
 Transported you must be
 To serve a term of forty years
 In convict slavery"
 So poacher bold, your tale is told
 Keep up your gallant heart
 And think about those poachers bold
 That night in Rufford Park