They're always stealing off the land, the Earl has to take his final stand
Build a device to catch them all, I don't give a damn if they say they're poor

If you get caught there's no going back, it's a man trap
The jaws of his baby tightly snap, it's a man trap

He's old and wicked and he hates the world, he's wicked as sin, his mind is gnarled
He's got plenty but he doesn't care, and to ask for help they wouldn't dare

A wall heath man with his wife to keep, did his duty and stole a sheep
Refused to grovel, he refused to beg, stepped on the trigger and lost his leg

Deported abroad and is long since dead, the gamekeeper's found without his head
His body was torn like tissue paper, a hidden peg-leg found years later