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No doubt, St. Patrick was an Angler
Of credit and renown, Sir, And many a shining trout he caught,
Ere he built Dublin town, Sir. Old story says, (it tells no lies)
He fish'd with bait and line, Sir, At every throw he had a bite,
Which tugg'd and shook the twine, Sir.
In troubled streams he lov'd to fish,
Then salmon could not see, Sir, The trout, and eels, and also pike,
Were under this decree, Sir, And this, perhaps, may solve a point.
With other learn'd matters, Sir, Why Irishmen still love to fish
Among troubled waters, Sir.
Some likewise say, and even sware,
He was a godly saint, Sir, And made "loose fish" for all the land,
And trout as red as paint, Sir. And as a relic of his power,
It was his ardent wish, Sir, That dear old Erin should always have,
A number of "odd fish", Sir.
Trinity College, Dublin, 1810.