There's also this one, that I must have learned 25 years ago in the SCA:

I have me a furzebush, my own finest jewel
Where all my fine pheasants do play.
And if you'd go a-shooting, as shooting's in season
I'll tell ye, love, how to proceed.
You raise your gun up, you bring it to bear,
Then shoot when you're ready, you're sure to succeed.

I have me a fishpond, my own finest jewel,
Where all my fine fishes do play.
And if you'd go a-fishing, as fishing's in season
I'll tell ye, love, how to proceed.
You raise your rod up, you bring it to bear,
[oh dear, now I can't remember the last line! I'm sure you can reel in something!]

Lynn