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ON ANGLING. |
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Of all the sports and pastimes,
Which happen in the year, To angling there are none, sure,
That ever can compare.
Then to angle we will go, will go,
For health and for diversion.
We rise by break of day ; While courtiers, in their down beds,
Sweat half their time away.
Then to angle we will go, &<•.
And then unto the river,
In haste we do repair, All day in sweet amusement,
We breathe good wholesome air. Then to angle we will go, &c.
Through meadows, by a river, From place to place we roam,
And, when that we are weary, We then go jogging home.
Then to angle we will go, &c,
At night we take a bottle, We prattle, laugh, and sing,
We drink a health unto our friends, And so—God bless the Queen.
Then to angle we will go, &c. |
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