So gather round you men of rank, a story I will tell
For I've heard the nasty rumors, so these lies I will dispel
Of how I live in decent comfort, and enjoy myself so well
It's all on my good earnings when I hear a dying knell

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Then here's our toast, the poacher's boast:
No corpses do we fear!
We loot and steal amongst the dead
We proudly volunteer!

When I hear a stiff has passed away, I'll take a little stroll
I'll find the bugger's dwelling, and his assets I'll console
With all his watches, brags, and jewelry to fill my pocket strings
And then I cut his finger off, for his lovely wedding ring

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Some say that our profession's low, and never worth a cent
They'd rather take a second job, or a bedroom gladly rent
To all those gentlemen I gladly say “I'd rather bite the dust.”
For I enjoy earnings of my “vested interest trust'

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We have had a good discussion now, I regret that it is through
But I must be a-running off, there's some old folks with the flu
So before I leave, to haul and heave, and do more than I must
Here's success to every poacher then and his “vested interest trust”

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