Subject: Lyr Req: William Stone From: Joe Offer Date: 22 Feb 21 - 04:54 PM Steve Carter sang this song about a poacher and skinning a hare. Anybody got this? Me name is William Stone I'm a poacher that's well known |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: William Stone (a poacher) From: GUEST,# Date: 22 Feb 21 - 05:19 PM Ot may be "William Stone the Poacher". https://folktrax-archive.org/menus/cassprogs/221miles1.htm
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: William Stone (a poacher) From: GUEST,# Date: 23 Feb 21 - 09:33 AM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPS1_R77iRs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPS1_R77iRs That it?? |
Subject: ADD: William Stone (a poacher) From: Joe Offer Date: 23 Feb 21 - 11:21 PM 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 |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: William Stone (a poacher) (Graeme Miles) From: The Doctor Date: 24 Feb 21 - 06:52 AM This was written by Graeme Miles in 1963 and is printed in a book entitled 'Forgotten Songs Remembered', edited by Graeme with Sam Dodds and Ed Lawrence, and published by Folk Leads in 2007. Whether it's still available I don't know. The words as printed differ a little from the above as follows: Chorus Well me name is William Stone I'm a poacher that's well known In all the years of committing such a sin No gamekeeper 'as ever pulled me in I was always a little bit smarter than 'im An' they call me William Stone Now when I was very very young Me father said, "Now son This poachin' lark is a very fine art So tonight when it's dark we'll make a start An' we'll take a little trip to Wynyard Park An' I'll show yer 'ow it's done." An' me father taught me well All that there was to tell 'E showed me 'ow to set a snare 'E showed me 'ow to skin a hare An' o' pheasants too there was a goodly share An' 'e showed me where to sell. One night when all was still We climbed up Bottle Hill On 'ands and knees we crept an' crawled Down in the shadow of the high stone wall We saw a few pheasants an' we took 'em all An' our sacks wi' hares we filled. But I'm not so nifty now The years 'ave slowed me down But I've passed it all on to Billy our lad All that 'e knows 'e learnt from 'is dad An' a better teacher 'e never could 'ave 'ad It were me that showed 'im how. |
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