When the night sky is dark, and the moon dimly shines
I'm off to the fields to feed my wife and mine
With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night

With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night

Now, the first is a hare to come into my sack
One flick of the wrist and I'll break 'er neck
Then cut in four, haunch 'er right where she sets
And that swells the bottom of my little sack

With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night

Now the pheasant she sits in the branches so high
So I mark the spot well as I'm walking by
Then out with me wire, a little flashlight
And bag  'em in water in the moonlight

With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night

A little old partridge would be such a treat
But you have to move careful 'cause they sit so tight
And if you're too near, they're away with a din
And I've no wish to waken the fine gentlemen

With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night

Just when the nightingale brings in the dawn
The keeper will surge, but I will be gone
Back to me 'ouse with a lively old tread
In through the back door and up to me bed

With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night

Now boil 'em all up with potatoes and swedes
Oh tell me what else could a village man need
With a pipe and pint, in the pub I'm all right
And I'm free to go wand'rin' through the fields any night

With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night
With me hooks and me nets, and me little flashlight
I wander abroad, it's a fine poaching night