The Lincolnshire Poacher?

When I was bound a flight cadet,
In famous Lincolnsheer,
Full well I served my master
For more than one long year,
Till I took up with poaching,
As you shall quickly hear:
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night,
In the season of the year.

As me and my comrades
Absconded without fear,
'Twas then we seed the hall porter
His Mekon eyes did stare,
But we can creep and hide, my boys,
And escape from any where:
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night,
In the season of the year.

As me and my comrades

With lots of girls in tow
Drank pints and pints of frothy beer,
We spotted the CO;
We quickly beat retreat, my boys,
And to the woods did go:
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night,
In the season of the year.

Bad luck to every CO
That lives in Lincolnsheer;
Success to every flight cadet
Who makes the best of here;
For he will always carry on
with flying, women and beer:
Oh! 'tis my delight on a shiny night,
In the season of the year.

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