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By purling streams, in shady dell, The angler tunes his vocal shell,
And, hark ! invites the fair; Soft and enticing are his lays, And sweet of men to sense his praise— Our smiles reward his care.
The jolly angler's sports we'll join, And love with pastime shall combine
Too long has foolish custom crept Between the sexes—too long kept
Those form'd for bliss apart; The bottle's rude intemp'rate noise, The social charms of life destroys,
Which women's born t'impart.
The jolly angler's, &c.
The chase ill suits our tender frame, Exposure brings the blush of shame—
Indelicate display ; But see the fair with arm divine Spring round the rod, and throw the line, 'Tis grace herself at play.
The jolly angler's, &c.
We'll have the peaceful angler's joys, The world's tumult, care, and noise, For calmer scenes resign ; |
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