1815 and all that,
Waterloo and Wellington,
Waterloo and Wellington,
But
also indigent Gloucestershire labourers,
Forced
to poach, where spring guns lay ready
To
kill Tom Till, and leave a wife and two children
In a
parish of poverty and sorrow.
Even
the castle chaplain thought
'Colonel
Berkeley had run the matter of game so hard',
That
tit for tat and Tom Till would follow.
So it
was, that some twenty Berkeley Vale men
Swore
revenge, taking a solemn oath
'Not
to peach on each other, so help me God'.
A
bloody battle ensued, with death and wounding,
But
the cudgel wielding colonel exacted feudal revenge,
For
the jury's tearful 'Guilty', meant transportation,
And
execution for two poachers:
'Launched
into the presence of that
Being
whose laws they had so impiously outraged',
As the
Gloucester
Mercury put it.
Berkeley’s Doctor Jenner of smallpox fame saw it differently:
'My
intention is to quit this place, rendered dreary by the scene ...
About
to be acted on the horrid platform tomorrow.
They
certainly did not go out with the intention to commit murder.'
Colonel
Berkeley was reviled but obdurate to the end,
He
hung a painting of the battle in his breakfast room.
Ah,
the Stately Homes of Olde Englande.
Source: The
Long Affray: The Poaching Wars in Britain 1760-1914 by Harry Hopkins
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