And one from MacColl' nd Seeger's 'Wanton Muse'
Jim Carroll

FURZE FIELD

I have got a furze field, my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine pheasants do fly.
And if you comes a-shooting when shooting's in season
I'll tell you, love, how to proceed.
You bring your dog with you, your gun in your hand,
All loaded and primed all at your command,
When the pheasants take fright, you must take sight,
You shoot the next moment, you're sure to be right.

I have got a fishpond, my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine fishes do play.
And if you comes s-fishing when fishing's in season,
I'll tell you, love, how to proceed.
YOU bring your nets with you, your rod in your hand,
Your hooks and your angles all at your command.
When you throws in all, the fishes will play,
It's down to the bottom and that's the right way.

I have got a warren, my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine rabbits, do play.
And if you comes a-ferretting when ferretin's in season
I'll tell you, love, how to proceed.
You bring your dog with you, your ferret in your hand,
Your spade and your nets all at your command;,
And the ferret will bolt and the rabbits will play,
For it's down to the bottom, and that's the right way.

I have got a park, my own dearest jewel,
Where all my fine deers I do keep.
And if you comes a-hunting when hunting's in season,
I'll tell you love, how to proceed.
Your bring your dog with you, your nag in your hand,
All saddled, and bridled all at your command.
When the deers they will run and the dogs they will
It's then "Gee up, Dobbin!" and back they will fall.

O some do like hunting and some do like game
And shooting a pheasant is a gentleman's game,
But fishing in a fishpond is all my delight,
Go down to the bottom, you're sure to be right!