Here's how I hear it:

THE POACHER'S DOG
(Brian Edwards/Terry Dickinson)

A living I have made from the tinkering trade
But the secret I'll confide
I have found a way to make it pay
With me poachin' on the side

With me dog and snare, I'm always there
Out upon a moonlit night
I'll take your pick with a knottily stick
All before the morning's light

CHORUS
Look at him sit with his ears all split
He's as handsome as a frog
He'll never do for the likes of you
He's me good old poachers dog

Now I don't give a damn, I'm a travellin' man
And the reason I'm supreme
Is the dull black fur of me poachers' dog
Takes gooder care of me

Though he's getting old and he's feeling the cold
Though he is past his prime
He keeps me away from Botany Bay
And the hangman and his like

CHORUS

Now I'll take a grouse and I'll rob your house
If you fail to bolt the door
But I never does no harm with a firearm
And I never robs the poor

Me old poachers dog he's as mean as a hog
With a rascal such as thee
But his temper is mild with woman or child
And he'd give his life for me

CHORUS (x2)