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162 SONGS. ETC.
THE BOTTOM FISHER. Tune—" When we went a Gipsying."
In childhood's days, when summer came.
It was my earnest wish, To leave each noisy boist'rous game,
To rove about and fish. I sought each little pond and stream,
Where weeds and rushes grow, And prickle backs prime fish did seem,
A long time ago.
For larger streams, and larger fish,
I soon began to pine; Oh ! then was granted to my wish
A rod, with winch and line. In Hornsey village, near the church,
When gentle winds did blow, I've taken chub and bright-eyed perch,
A long time ago.
As youth advanced, at early day
The rising sun I've seen, And brusli'd the morning dew away,
O'er fields of lively green. My bounding heart from care was free,
My cheeks with health did glow, My float went dancing down the Lea,
A long time ago. |
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