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GOING OUT A FJSUING. One fine May-morn the wind was south,
When Bill Brown and I; Resolved to make a holiday,
Our fishing skill to try: Each had his tackle well prepav'd,
Rods, lines, and baits we took, And tho' we'd nets to catch the fish, We caught themówith a hook. Oh, the angling, with worm and gentle dangling-,
From line and hook no fish we took The day we went out angling !
At last we reached a pleasant pond,
And gazed with hope elate ; Cried Brown, "we ne'er shall tempt a fish,
My friend, unless we bait." With that, he brought out bread and cheese,
And ate with all his might ; And then observed, "Whate'er our luck.
At least I've got a bite.
Oh, the angling, &e.
Now Brown desirous to begin,
He gobbled in such haste ; He ate the bread, and by mistake,
Soon swallowed all the paste ! Our gentles died, and worms were scarce,
But soon we made these terms ; That as the worms would feed the fish,
Some day, we'd feed the worms.
Oh, the anglintr, &C. c