Uploaded July 2013 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION.
A traditional style folk song set in medieval times.
There are two cover versions of this song
youtube.com/watch?v=zYPD1XYS8t4
youtube.com/watch?v=g3ZdH7MB6Lg
Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that are thrust upon us. Killing weighed heavily on this poacher's conscience. Maybe, it has ever been so............
The Poacher's Son
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My daddy fed us all his way
A woodlands man was he
yes, he lived outside the law
but what's a man to be?
Wife and kids had to be fed
a poacher he became
at crack of dawn or dark of night
he caught the fish and game
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Chorus
catch the quail and skin the hare
land the salmon slow,
snare the jacks with head down low
take the catch and go
watch for opportunities and
strike the killer blow
harvest from the summer flow
and watch the family grow
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When I was eight or nine years old
he took me on his run
"If any fate should befall me
then you're the man, my son"
Hold your longbow sure and still
Shoot your arrow true
Say a prayer for the beautiful deer
It's either him or you
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Chorus
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The kings men came and took my Pa
a poacher's death for he
the forest was a lonely place
a lonely place for me
for daddy it was natural
to hunt and make the kill
but I took life with tear in eye
for bellies must be filled
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Chorus
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The years have flown and momma's gone
siblings flown the nest
I never took myself a wife
and now It's time to rest
the Monastry is calling me
yea, and the holy book
perhaps now I can make amends
for all the lives I took
LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION.
A traditional style folk song set in medieval times.
There are two cover versions of this song
youtube.com/watch?v=zYPD1XYS8t4
youtube.com/watch?v=g3ZdH7MB6Lg
Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that are thrust upon us. Killing weighed heavily on this poacher's conscience. Maybe, it has ever been so............
The Poacher's Son
------------------------------------
My daddy fed us all his way
A woodlands man was he
yes, he lived outside the law
but what's a man to be?
Wife and kids had to be fed
a poacher he became
at crack of dawn or dark of night
he caught the fish and game
------------------------------------
Chorus
catch the quail and skin the hare
land the salmon slow,
snare the jacks with head down low
take the catch and go
watch for opportunities and
strike the killer blow
harvest from the summer flow
and watch the family grow
-----------------------------------
When I was eight or nine years old
he took me on his run
"If any fate should befall me
then you're the man, my son"
Hold your longbow sure and still
Shoot your arrow true
Say a prayer for the beautiful deer
It's either him or you
------------------------------------
Chorus
------------------------------------
The kings men came and took my Pa
a poacher's death for he
the forest was a lonely place
a lonely place for me
for daddy it was natural
to hunt and make the kill
but I took life with tear in eye
for bellies must be filled
-----------------------------------
Chorus
------------------------------------
The years have flown and momma's gone
siblings flown the nest
I never took myself a wife
and now It's time to rest
the Monastry is calling me
yea, and the holy book
perhaps now I can make amends
for all the lives I took
