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
