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ON ANGLING. |
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I came of age, procured a wife.
Kind Heaven gave a son; I work'd, and led a jovial life
When business was done. While sometimes I indulged niv wish,
And to Putney Bridge did row, With wife and little son to fish,
A long time ago.
The steamers multiplied so fast,
And multiplied our fears, Our man and boat dismiss'd at last,
We left the Putney piers. At Teddington our punt was moor'd,
Where roaring waters How, There barbel, roach, and dace we floor'd,
A long time ago.
Old Father Time has play'd his pranks,
My hair is silver grev, Vet still along the verdant banks
Of streams I fondly stray. The gentle craft I still pursue,
While wandering to and fro, And angle, as I used to do,
A long time ago.
T. B. |
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