Paddy Doyle The Poacher
Verse 1
There Is A Man In Our Town,
He's A Man Of Great Renown.
He Never Goes Out Till The Sun Goes Down,
Paddy Doyle The Poacher.
Verse 2
Well, The Local Squire Is Goin' Mad.
A Peaceful Life He's Never Had.
He can only blame one lad :
Paddy Doyle The Poacher.
Chorus
For Snarin' Rabbits, Gaffin' Salmon,
Stealin' Chickens, He's Your Man.
Shootin' Deer And Pheasants Too,
There's No Better In Ireland.
Verse 3
Well, A Poacher's Life Is Lots O' Fun.
The Girls They Love Him Every One.
He Lives On His Wits And His Old Shotgun,
Paddy Doyle The Poacher.
Verse 4
Well, The Squire's Age Is Nineteen-Five,
And Nobody Knows How He Stays Alive.
He Gets All His Exercise
Chasin' Doyle The Poacher.
Chorus
For Snarin' Rabbits, Gaffin' Salmon,
Stealin' Chickens, He's Your Man.
Shootin' Deer And Pheasants Too,
There's No Better In Ireland.
Verse 5
Well, They Seek Him Here, They Seek Him There.
They Seek That Bastard Everywhere.
He's Sly As A Fox, Fast As A Hare,
Paddy Doyle The Poacher.
