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I soon gain'd hers, and friends consent.
That Delia should be my bride; In a few months to church we went.
And the happy knot was tied.
Now pass my days in sweet content, Blest with her fond embraces ;
And Delia owns she does not repent, Angling for roach and daces.
OUT OF FISHING. Last night, Tom Snooks, says he to me, If you've a mind some fun to see, I'll take you out with two or three,
Who mean to go a fishing. So get a rod, a can, and bait, We start from town precise at eight, Then mind friend Muggs you ar'nt too late
To go with us a fishing. Says I, I will; so up I goes To Mr Sprout, with my best clothes, And borrow'd what you may suppose,
To rig me out for fishing.
With rods and lines and bait, a store,
Enough for half-a-dozen more,
I never shall forget the bore
Of going out a fishing.