Rufford park poachers
Martin Carthy Lyrics


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They say that forty gallant poachers
They was in a mess
They had often been attacked
When the number it was less

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

A buck or doe believe it so
A pheasant or a hare
Was put on earth for everyone
Quite equal for to share

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

All among the gorse to settle scores
These forty gathered stones
To make a fight for poor men's rights
And break those keeper's bones

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

The keepers come with flails
Against poachers and their cause
But no man there would dare
To break the rich man's laws

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

The keepers they began the fight
With stones and with their flails
When the poachers started why
They quickly turned their tails

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

All on the ground with a mortal wound
Head keeper Roberts lay
He never will rise up again
Till the final judgement day

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

Of all the band that made their stand
That set a little snare
Just four were brought before the court
And tried for murder there

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

The judge said "For Roberts' death
Transported you must be
To serve a term of fourteen years
In convict slavery"

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart
And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

A buck or doe believe it so
A pheasant or a hare
Was put on earth for everyone
Quite equal for to share

So poacher bold as I unfold
Keep up your gallant heart




And think about the poachers bold
That night in Rufford Park

Overall Meaning

The song "Rufford Park Poachers" by Martin Carthy tells the story of a group of poachers who gathered in Rufford Park to take on the gamekeepers who were preventing them from hunting game, such as deer, pheasants, and hares. The poachers believed that these animals were meant to be free for everyone to hunt and eat. The song describes the bravery of the poachers and their defiance against the wealthy landowners and their laws. The fight resulted in the death of the head keeper, Roberts, and the capture and transportation of four poachers, who were tried for murder.


The song is a protest against the elitist attitudes and laws that prohibited working-class people from hunting game for food. Carthy's lyrics tell the story of an uprising against this suppression and the fight against inequality. The song also highlights the consequences of fighting back against those in power, resulting in imprisonment and the loss of freedom.


The song was written in the early 19th century and has been covered by various artists throughout the years, including The Watersons, John Tams, and Nic Jones. It has become a traditional English folk song and is often performed at folk festivals and events. The lyrics have been adapted and changed by various artists, but the overall message and story remain the same.


Line by Line Meaning

They say that forty gallant poachers
There were forty brave poachers, according to the story


They was in a mess
They were in trouble or danger


They had often been attacked
They had faced opposition before


When the number it was less
When their group was smaller


So poacher bold as I unfold
Hey brave poacher, as I tell this story


Keep up your gallant heart
Stay courageous


And think about the poachers bold
Remember the daring poachers


That night in Rufford Park
Who stood up to injustice that night


A buck or doe believe it so
Believe it or not, a male or female deer


A pheasant or a hare
Or a pheasant or hare


Was put on earth for everyone
Were meant for everyone's use


Quite equal for to share
To be shared equally


All among the gorse to settle scores
The poachers gathered among the thorny bushes to settle a dispute


These forty gathered stones
They armed themselves with stones


To make a fight for poor men's rights
To fight for the rights of the less privileged


And break those keeper's bones
To harm the gamekeepers


The keepers come with flails
The gamekeepers arrived with flails (a type of weapon)


Against poachers and their cause
To oppose the poachers and their beliefs


But no man there would dare
No one was brave enough


To break the rich man's laws
To go against the laws made by the wealthy


The keepers they began the fight
The gamekeepers started the brawl


With stones and with their flails
Using stones and flails as weapons


When the poachers started why
As the poachers began fighting back


They quickly turned their tails
The gamekeepers retreated


All on the ground with a mortal wound
Head gamekeeper Roberts was fatally injured


He never will rise up again
He will never recover from his injuries


Till the final judgement day
Until the end of the world


Of all the band that made their stand
Of all the poachers who stood up


That set a little snare
That used a small trap to catch game


Just four were brought before the court
Only four were put on trial


And tried for murder there
And charged with murder


The judge said "For Roberts' death
The judge declared that due to Roberts' death


Transported you must be
The poachers must be sent away


To serve a term of fourteen years
To spend 14 years in prison


In convict slavery"
Doing forced labor as convicts




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Daniel


on Lovely Joan

Hello ! The lyrics here art alle wrong. An' it's got tae be a frog-eater a-tellin' thee....

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