The Gypsy folk sing it as Jimmy Doyle the poacher. I learned it from Big Roy Morris who taught me to paint wagons decades ago.
They put a 'RanTan diddle -I-dan' chorus. You hear it at the horse fairs.
Here's how I learnt it.


There's a poacher in our town.
He's a man of great renown.
He never goes out till the sun goes down,
Jimmy 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 the land.
Ran tan diddle I dan
Jimmy Doyle the poacher.

Chorus

Well, the local squire is goin' mad.
A peaceful life he's never had.
He can only blame one lad:
Jimmy Doyle the poacher.

Chorus

Well a poacher's life is lots o' fun.
The girls they love him every one.
They all want to try his old shotgun,
Lucky old Doyle the poacher.

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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

Well, they seek him here they seek him there.
They seek that bastard everywhere.
He's sly as a fox, fast as a hare,
Jimmy Doyle the poacher.

Chorus