Hooks and Nets
(Ian Woods)

(Heard from Tom McHenry: FSGW Getaway 1985)

When the night sky is dark, and the moon dimly shines,
I'm off to the fields to feed my wife and mine;
With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night.

cho: With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night.

Now, the first is a hare to come into my sack,
One flick of the wrist and I'll break 'er neck;
Then cut in four, haunch 'er right where she sets,
And that swells the bottom of my little sack.

cho:
Now the pheasant she sits in the branches so high,
So I mark the spot well as I'm walkin' by;
Then out with me wire and a little flashlight
Then bag 'im and home again in the moonlight.

cho:

Now a little old partridge would be such a treat,
But you have to move careful 'cause they sit so tight;
And if you're too near, they're away with a din,
And I've no wish to waken the fine gentlemen.

cho:

Now just when the nightingale brings in the dawn,
The keeper will surge, but I will be gone.
Back to me 'ouse with a lively old tread,
In through the back door and up to me bed.

cho:
Now boil 'em all up with potatoes and swedes,
Oh tell me what else could a village man need;
With a pipe and pint, in the pub I'm all right,
And I'm free to go wand'rin' through the fields any night.

cho:
RG