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ON ANGLING. |
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The water rushed, the water swelled,
And touched his naked feet, And fancy whispered to his heart
It was a love, pledge sweet: She sung another siren lay,
More 'witching than before, Half-pulled—half-plunging—down he sunk,
And ne'er was heard of more. |
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ANGLING.
Come change your taper rods, mv lads Your palmer flies, and eke your gads, Your silken lines, and yellow hackle, For stouter arms, and firmer tackle ; The "trouties", prithee spare just now, 'Twere shame to kill them, boys, T vow ; But if you seek a noble prize, Deep in the stream, we know, there lies A pike, that in half hour to kill, Would be a test of Angler's skill ; That Pike our evening meal must he. So forth, I'll hear your company. |
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