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Book TitleAuthorDateNotes
Song TitleThorneymoor Wood in Nottinghamshire
Roud No.222
Collected FromUnknown
LocationUnknown
CountyUnknown
Collected ByWilliams, Alfred
Alternative Title
Tune
Date
Source PrimaryWSRO: 2598/36 Packet 5 - Miscellaneous: Williams, A: MS collection No Mi 723
Source SecondaryUnpublished
Recording
 
Song Lyrics
Verse 1

Now Thorneymoor Wood is in Nottinghamshire,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
Three keepers' cottages stood three square,
Fol the la ral dee;
Three keepers' cottages stood three square,
About a mile from each others door,
Their order it was to look after the deer,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 2

I and two lads went out one night,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
The moon and the stars were shining bright,
Fol the la ral dee;
Over hedges, ditches, gates and stiles
With my two dogs close after my heels,
To catch a fat buck in Thorneymoor fields,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 3

The very first night we had bad luck,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
For one of my very best dogs got shot,
Fol the la ral dee;
He came to me both bloody and lame,
And sorry I was to see the same,
For he was not able to follow the game,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 4

I searched his wounds and found them slight,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
Some keeper has done this out of spite,
Fol the la ral dee;
I'll take my pike staff in my hand,
And range the woods till I find that man,
And I'll hammer his hide right well if I can,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 5

I ranged the woods and groves that night,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
I ranged the woods till broad daylight,
Fol the la ral dee;
But the only thing that ever I found
Was a good fat buck lying dead on the ground,
I knew it was my dog gave him his death wound,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 6

I hired a butcher to skin my game
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
Likewise another to dress the same
Fol the la ral dee;
Now you'd have laughed to see limping Jack
Go hopping along with a buck at hi back,
He bore it along like some Yorkshireman's pack,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 7

Now if this is gaming I'll give o'r,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
And a-gaming I will go no more,
Fol the la ral dee;
For the very first piece we offered for sale,
'Twas to an old woman who sold bad ale,
Which caused we three lads to be put into jail,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 8

The assizes and sessions are drawing near,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
And at the bar we must appear,
Fol the la ral dee;
The magistrates they all laughed to scorn,
That such an old woman should be foresworn,
She all to pieces ought to be torn,
Right fol the la ra i day.

Verse 9

Now the assizes and sessions are come and past,
Fol the rol la ra, right far laddle dee,
And we three lads are free at last,
Fol the la ral dee;
But the very best game wherever I be,
Is a buck, or a doe, or a hare for me,
And Thorneymoor Wood this night I will see,
Right fol the la ra i day.
 
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Notes
Transcribed and edited by Chris Wildridge, 2007.

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