Poaching Song by The Teacups Lyrics
Three young men off a-poaching went
To bag some game was their intent
Three old men to the court did go
To talk about the lands that their fathers owned
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
They didn't want to pay for the lands they maintained
Nor to bear the cost for their own private game
Their friends in the courthouse did eagerly agree
Decided to give them a high subsidy
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
The three young poachers did quickly catch a hare
But they failed to realize they themselves were in a snare
A subsidy for shotguns, the rich men were well pleased
They sent the keepers to the wood, the poachers they had seized
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
The poacher's wives were hoping for something for they pot
For though their share was small and bland it was all that they'd got
The rich men didn't purchase their own luxuries, you see
They just kept their hands inside the pot til it was empty
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
Three young men off to jail were sent
For they weren't lucky enough to be in the one percent
Three old men cruelly laughed behind their hands
The young men's taxes were paying for their lands
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
So come all lads and lasses, come listen to my song
The rich men worked inside the law but still were in the wrong
With their hands inside the pot there's nothing left for you or me
They're the criminals of this story, but they can still walk free
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
To bag some game was their intent
Three old men to the court did go
To talk about the lands that their fathers owned
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
They didn't want to pay for the lands they maintained
Nor to bear the cost for their own private game
Their friends in the courthouse did eagerly agree
Decided to give them a high subsidy
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
The three young poachers did quickly catch a hare
But they failed to realize they themselves were in a snare
A subsidy for shotguns, the rich men were well pleased
They sent the keepers to the wood, the poachers they had seized
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
The poacher's wives were hoping for something for they pot
For though their share was small and bland it was all that they'd got
The rich men didn't purchase their own luxuries, you see
They just kept their hands inside the pot til it was empty
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
Three young men off to jail were sent
For they weren't lucky enough to be in the one percent
Three old men cruelly laughed behind their hands
The young men's taxes were paying for their lands
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
So come all lads and lasses, come listen to my song
The rich men worked inside the law but still were in the wrong
With their hands inside the pot there's nothing left for you or me
They're the criminals of this story, but they can still walk free
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day
Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day