| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
SONGS, ETC. |
||
|
Then next 1 bought some farthing hooks,
And eke a horse-hair line, A hazel rod with whalebone top,
My playmates to outshine ; With which I soon aspir'd
To angle with a float, And when I could not fish from shore,
I angled from a boat.
Then Roach and Dace and Bleak I took,
And Gudgeons without end, And now and then a Perch I'd hook,
Which made my rod to bend ; Aud thus the little Angler,
Pleas'd with his line and hook, Would shun each noisy wrangler,
To fish the murm'ring brook.
Bream, Chub, and Barbel next I sought,
Their various haunts I tried, With scour'd worms, greaves, cheese and paste,
And various baits beside ; With hooks of Kirby bend, (well chose,)
And gut that's round and fine, And so by gradations I rose,
To fish with running line.
A multiplying-winch I bought,
Wherewith my skill to try And so expert myself I thought,
Few with me now could vie. |
||