In Thornymoor Woods in Nottinghamshire,
Right for Lurel,
Wack for Ladderder,
Three gamekeepers' houses
they stood in a square,
Falderall, Lurel, I day.
Three gamekeepers' houses
they stood in a square,
A mile from each other the distance it were,
And their orders were to look
after the deer,
Right Falderall, Lurel, I day.
Now me and me dogs went out one night,
Right for Lurel, whack for Lannader.
The moon and stars,
shone so bright,
Fowl'd our old Lurel aye day.
O 'er hedges, ditches, gates and stiles,
With my three dogs close after me heels,
To fetch a fat book down on
Thornymoor Fields,
Right fowl'd our old Lurel aye day.
The very first night we had bad luck
Right for Lyril, whack for Ladderder
One of me very best dogs got shot
Fowl to a Lyril I day
He came to me,
both bloody and lame
And sorry was I for to see the same
He not being able to follow the game
Right fowl to a Lyril I day
I searched his wounds
and found them slight,
Right for Lurel, whack for Ladderder.
T 'was done by the gamekeeper out of spite,
For Alderall, Lurel, I day.
I'll take me pike stuff in me hand,
And I'll search the woods
till I find that man.
I'll have his old hide,
right well if I can,
Right for Al derall, Lurel, I day.
We searched the woods all of that night,
Right for Lural, whack for Ladderder.
The moon and stars,
they shone so bright,
Fowled her all Lural I day.
We searched the woods all round and round,
And found a fat buck lying dead on
the ground.
T 'was my little dog
as gave him his death wound,
Right fowled her all Lural I day.
Then I went home and went to bed,
Right for Lyrel, whack for Ladderder,
And Limpin' Jack sent in me stead,
Father of Lyrel, I day!
Oh, you would have a laugh to
see Limpin' Jack
Go trudging along with the
buck on his back,
He carried it like some harks
man's pack,
Right for Lyrel, I day!
We ordered the butcher to
skin the game,
Right for Lural, whack for Ladderder.
Likewise, an old woman to
sell the same,
Forder all Lural a day.
The very best joint we offered for sale,
T 'was to an old woman who
sold bad ale,
And she had us three chaps up
the Nottingham jail,
Right forder all Lural a day.
Now, Nott and them Sessions were drawn,
Right for Lurel,
whack for Ladderdare,
Where us three chaps have
gotta be tried,
Farder o' Lurel, day!
O, the Judge and Jury,
they've all sworn,
The naughty old bugger
should be forsworn,
All into pieces she should have been torn,
Right farder o' Lurel, aye, day!
Now Nottingham Sessions are
gone and past,
Right for Lural,
whack for Ladderder,
And us three blokes got clear at last,
Folder all Lural aye day!
Now the bucks and does shall
never go free,
And hares and rabbits they are for me,
And a poacher I will always be,
Right Folder all Lural aye day! you
Louis Killen 
