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ON ANGLING. |
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Thus 1 have made my angler's trade,
To stand above defiance ; For, like the mathematic art,
It runs through every science. If, with tny angling song, I can
To mirth and pleasure lead you ; I'll bait my hook with wit again,
And angle still to please you. |
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THE LAMENT.
Oh ! the days when we went an angling,
A loug time ago, Were certainly the jolliest
A man could ever know ; In happy independence,
We the cup of pleasure sipp'd, And never knew what 'twas to feel
Blue-devilish or hipp'd. No rankling cares, nor sulky fits,
In ease our line did throw, In the days when we went an angling,
A long time ago. |
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