| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
ON ANGLING. 55
Give me the joys the Angler feels—
Let others know dull care ; Give me the hait that surely kills— Let others better fare,
So gallantly and fine. So gallantly and fine, So gallantly and fine, Let others better fare.
I care not for their bustling sports—
Though I do not decry— To them I leave their active fortes, Give me with rod to try
This gentle sport of mine. This gentle sport of mine, This gentle sport of mine, Give me with Rod to try-Then here I raise the cheerful glass
To toast all Brother Bobs : May Time to them right quickly pass, With fun stuck in their nobs,
So happy and so fine, So happy and so fine, So happy and so fine. With fun stuck in their nobs. |
||