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an； A soger I'll be； un brave Owdham I'll see； Un I'll ha'e a battle wi' th' French。'
'Dear Jone；' then said Nan； un hoo bitterly cried； Wilt be one o' th' foote； or tha meons to ride？' 'Odsounds！ wench； I'll ride oather ass or a mule； Ere I'll kewer i' Grinfilt os black as te dule； Booath clemmink （58） un starvink； un never a fardink； Ecod！ it would drive ony mon mad。
'Aye； Jone； sin' wi' coom i' Grinfilt for t' dwell； We'n had mony a bare meal； I con vara weel tell。' 'Bare meal！ ecod！ aye； that I vara weel know； There's bin two days this wick ot we'n had nowt at o： I'm vara near sided； afore I'll abide it； I'll feight oather Spanish or French。'
Then says my Aunt Marget； 'Ah！ Jone； thee'rt so hot； I'd ne'er go to Owdham； boh i' Englond I'd stop。' 'It matters nowt； Madge； for to Owdham I'll go； I'll naw clam to deeoth； boh sumbry shalt know： Furst Frenchman I find； I'll tell him meh mind； Un if he'll naw feight； he shall run。'
Then down th' broo I coom； for we livent at top； I thowt I'd reach Owdharn ere ever I'd stop； Ecod！ heaw they stared when I getten to th' Mumps； Meh owd hat i' my hond； un meh clogs full o'stumps； Boh I soon towd um； I'r gooink to Owdham； Un I'd ha'e battle wi' th' French。
I kept eendway thro' th' lone； un to Owdham I went； I ask'd a recruit if te'd made up their keawnt？ 'No； no； honest lad' （for he tawked like a king）； 'Go wi' meh thro' the street； un thee I will bring Where； if theaw'rt willink； theaw may ha'e a shillink。' Ecod！ I thowt this wur rare news。
He browt me to th' pleck where te measurn their height； Un if they bin height； there's nowt said about weight； I retched me； un stretched me； un never did flinch； Says th' mon； 'I believe theaw 'rt meh lad to an inch。' I thowt this'll do； I'st ha'e guineas enow； Ecod！ Owdham； brave Owdham for me。
So fare thee weel； Grinfilt； a soger I'm made； I'n getten new shoon； un a rare cockade； I'll feight for Owd Englond os hard os I con； Oather French； Dutch； or Spanish； to me it's o one； I'll make 'em to stare like a new…started hare； Un I'll tell 'em fro' Owdham I coom。
Ballad： THORNEHAGH…MOOR WOODS。 A CELEBRATED NOTTINGHAMSHIRE POACHER'S SONG。
＇NOTTINGHAMSHIRE was； in the olden day； famous in song for the achievements of Robin Hood and his merry men。 In our times the reckless daring of the heroes of the 'greenwood tree' has descended to the poachers of the county； who have also found poets to proclaim and exult over THEIR lawless exploits； and in THORNEHAGH… MOOR WOODS we have a specimen of one of these rude； but mischievous and exciting lyrics。 The air is beautiful； and of a lively character； and will be found in POPULAR MUSIC。 There is it prevalent idea that the song is not the production of an ordinary ballad…writer； but was written about the middle of the last century by a gentleman of rank and education； who； detesting the English game…laws； adopted a too successful mode of inspiring the peasantry with a love of poaching。 The song finds locality in the village of Thornehagh； in the hundred of Newark。 The common； or Moor…fields； was inclosed about 1797； and is now no longer called by the ancient designation。 It contains eight hundred acres。 The manor of Thornehagh is the property of the ancient family of Nevile； who have a residence on the estate。＇
IN Thornehagh…Moor woods； in Nottinghamshire； Fol de rol； la re； right fol laddie； dee； In Robin Hood's bold Nottinghamshire； Fol de rol； la re da；
Three keepers' houses stood three…square； And about a mile from each other they were； … Their orders were to look after the deer。 Fol de rol； la re da。
I went out with my dogs one night； … The moon shone clear； and the stars gave light； Over hedges and ditches； and steyls With my two dogs close at my heels； To catch a fine buck in Thornehagh…Moor fields。
Oh！ that night we had bad luck； One of my very best dogs was stuck； He came to me both breeding and lame； … Right sorry was I to see the same； … He was not able to follow the game。
I searched his wounds； and found them slight； Some keeper has done this out of spite； But I'll take my pike…staff； … that's the plan！ I'll range the woods till I find the man； And I'll tan his hide right well； … if I can！
I ranged the woods and groves all night； I ranged the woods till it proved daylight； The very first thing that then I found； Was a good fat buck that lay dead on the ground； I knew my dogs gave him his death…wound。
I hired a butcher to skin the game； Likewise another to sell the same； The very first buck he offered for sale； Was to an old ＇hag＇ that sold bad ale； And she sent us three poor lads to gaol。
The quarter sessions we soon espied； At which we all were for to be tried； The Chairman laughed the matter to scorn； He said the old woman was all forsworn； And unto pieces she ought to be torn。
The sessions are over； and we are clear！ The sessions are over； and we sit here； Singing fol de rol； la re da！ The very best game I ever did see； Is a buck or a deer； but a deer for me！ In Thornehagh…Moor woods this night we'll be！ Fol de rol； la re da！
Ballad： THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER。
＇THIS very old ditty has been transformed into the dialects of Somersetshire； Northamptonshire； and Leicestershire； but it properly belongs to Lincolnshire。 Nor is this the only liberty that his been taken with it。 The original tune is that of a Lancashire air； well known as THE MANCHESTER ANGEL； but a florid modern tune has been substituted。 THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER was a favourite ditty with George IV。； and it is said that he often had it sung for his amusement by a band of Berkshire ploughmen。 He also commanded it to be sung at his harvest…homes； but we believe it was always on such occasions sung to the 'playhouse tune；' and not to the genuine music。 It is often very difficult to trace the locality of countrymen's songs； in consequence of the licence adopted by printers of changing the names of places to suit their own neighbourhoods； but there is no such difficulty about THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER。 The oldest copy we have seen； printed at York about 1776； reads 'Lincolnshire；' and it is only in very modern copies that the venue is removed to other counties。 In the Somersetshire version the local vernacular is skilfully substituted for that of the original； but the deception may； nevertheless； be very easily detected。＇
WHEN I was bound apprentice； in famous Lincolnsheer； Full well I served my master for more than seven year； Till I took up with poaching； as you shall quickly hear：… Oh！ 'tis my delight of a shiny night； in the season of the year。
As me and my comrades were setting of a snare； 'Twas then we seed the gamekeeper … for him we did not care； For we can wrestle and fight； my boys； and jump o'er everywhere：… Oh！ 'tis my delight of a shiny night； in the season of the year。
As me and my comrades were setting four or five； And taking on him up again； we caught the hare alive； We caught the hare alive； my boys； and through the woods did steer：… Oh！ 'tis my delight of a shiny night； in the season of the year。
Bad luck to every magistrate that lives in Lincolnsheer； （59） Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare； Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer：… Oh！ 'tis my delight of a shiny night； in the season of the year。
Ballad： SOMERSETSHIRE HUNTING SONG。
＇THIS following song； which is very popular with the peasantry of Somersetshire； is given as a curious specimen of the dialect still spoken in some parts of that county。 Though the song is a genuine peasant's ditty； it is heard in other circles； and frequently roared out at hunting dinners。 It is here reprinted from a copy communicated by Mr。 Sandys。＇
THERE'S no pleasures can compare Wi' the hunting o' the hare； In the morning； in the morning； In fine and pleasant weather。
CHO。 With our hosses and our hounds； We will scamps it o'er the grounds； And sing traro； huzza！ And sing traro； huzza！ And sing traro； brave boys； we will foller。
And when poor puss arise； Then away from us she flies； And we'll gives her； boys； we'll gives her； One thundering and loud holler！ CHO。 With our hosses； &c。
And when poor puss is killed； We'll retires from the field； And we'll count boys； and we'll count On the same good ren to…morrer。 CHO。 With our bosses and our hounds； &c。
Ballad： THE TROTTING HORSE。
＇THE common copies of this old highwayman's song are very corrupt。 We are indebted for the following version； which contains several emendations； to Mr。 W。 H。 Ainsworth。 The song； which may probably be referred to the age of Charles II。； is a spirited specimen of its class。＇
I CAN sport as fine a trotting horse as any swell in town； To trot you fourteen miles an hour； I'll bet you fifty crown； He is such a one to bend his knees； and tuck his haunches in； And throw the dust in people's face； and think it not a sin。 For to ride away； trot away； Ri； fa lar； la； &c。
He has an eye like any hawk； a neck like any swan； A foot light as the stag's； the while his back is scarce a span； Kind Nature hath so formed him； he is everything that's good； … Aye！ everything a man could wish； in bottom； bone； and bl