The Poacher - Ronnie Lane

Was fresh and bright and early

I went towards the river

But nothing still has altered just the seasons ring a change

There stood this old timer

For all the world’s first poacher

His mind upon his tackle

And these words upon his mind: Bring me fish with eyes of jewels

And mirrors on their bodies

Bring them strong and bring them bigger

Than a newborn child Well I’ve no use for riches

And I’ve no use for power

And I’ve no use for a broken heart

I’ll let this world go by There stood this old timer

For all the world’s first poacher

His mind upon his tackle

And these words upon his mind: Bring me fish with eyes of jewels

And mirrors on their bodies

Bring them strong and bring them bigger

Than a newborn child