Concerning of three young men, one night in January
According laws contrary, apoaching went straightway
They were inclined to ramble, among the trees and
brambles
A firing at the pheasants, which brought those keepers
near
The keepers dared not enter, nor cared the woods to
venture
But outside round the centre, in them old bush they
stood
The poachers they were tired and to leave they were
desired
At at last young Parkins fired, and spilled one
keeper's blood
Fast homeward they were making, nine pheasants they
were taking
When another keeper faced them, they fired at him also
He on the ground lay crying, just like some person
dying
With no assistance nigh him, may God forgive their
crime
And they were taken with speed, all for that inhuman
deed
It caused their hearts to bleed, for their young tender
years
There seen before was never, three brothers tried
together
Brothers condemned for poaching, found guilty as they
stood
Exiled in transportation, two brothers they were taken
And the third hung as a token, may God forgive their
crime