Here are the lyrics Steve Carter sent to me. Can anybody identify a songwriter?

WILLIAM STONE

CHORUS
Well my name is William Stone
I’m a poacher that’s well known
But for all the years of committing such a sin
No Gamekeeper’s ever run me in
I was always a little smarter than him
And they call me William Stone
When I was very very young

My father said “now son
This poaching lark is a very fine art
So tonight when its dark we’ll make a start
And we’ll   make a start
We’ll make a little trip to Winyard park
And I’ll show you how it's done”
CHORUS

My father taught me well
All that there was to tell
He told me how to set a snare
And he told me how to skin a hare
Of pheasants too there was a goodly share
And he told me where to sell
CHORUS

One night when all was still
We climbed up bottle hill
On hands and knees we crept and crawled
Down in the shadow of the *drystone wall         (*original may be “High Stone”)
We saw a few pheasants and we took ‘em all
And our nets with hares we filled
CHORUS

But I’m not so nifty now
The years have worn me down
But I passed it all on to Billy our lad
All that he knows he learned from his dad
And a finer teacher he could never have had
And they call me William Stone
CHORUS