The Gamekeeper Poem by David Lewis Paget

I'd brought my woman to live with me
In a cottage by Elmsley Wood,
We lived on pure and simple fare
For my wages weren't that good,
I bagged a hare and a stoat or two
With my ancient.22,
She skinned and cooked, and cleaned and looked
For something better to do.

‘I'm used to the shops and supermart,
The bars, fast cars and fun,
I didn't know we'd be isolated,
Let's go back there, hun! '
I hadn't a job for two full years
And she knew that to be true,
‘I only remember the city tears
When I couldn't look after you! '

We'd always been such a loving pair
When we lived outside the yoke,
With plenty of time for making love
In a ratty flat, and broke.
But once I became a gamekeeper
I had a feeling of pride,
‘A man has need of his self-respect, '
I said, so Kathy sighed.

I'd do my rounds at the dawning while
The sun was lying low,
While she would sleep every morning
Spring or Summer, heat or snow.
Then I'd go out in the evenings when
The Moon was riding high,
Hoping to catch the poachers on
My patch, and being sly.

So Kathy began to go for walks
Each sunny afternoon,
She wouldn't stick round for lunch, or talks
And the cottage was filled with gloom.
I'd take my break in the afternoon
Either read, or take a nap,
And hear the crackle of twigs and leaves
As she came walking back.

I warned her not to go walking through
The depths of Elmsley Wood,
‘There's a couple of shady characters
In there, up to no good.'
She said she'd taken it all on board
Just walked the nearer trees,
Listening to the songs of birds
And the hum of busy bees.

One afternoon she had gone, and I
Was not too tired that day,
So wandered deep in the wood where I
Might meet the rogue, John Gray.
I saw him out in a clearing, and
He had her in his clutch,
I thought that I must be dreaming for
She wasn't wearing much.

I turned, and hurried back home without
Them knowing I was there,
I had my heart in my throat, but was
Determined not to care.
The rage was building within me
For the woman who was mine,
I thought, ‘How could she deceive me? '
But that evening was sublime.

She said that the larder was empty
Could I go and bag a hare,
I said, ‘Just give me an hour or so,
I'll bag some thing out there.'
I came in late, and upon the plate
I tossed her John Gray's head,
‘I couldn't find you a hare, I swear,
Just pickle that instead! '

29 November 2014