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And now let's have done, for if longer I fish,
With our load we shall ne'er steer our course ; At Trout-Hall, dame will soon make them smack in a dish, And we'll smack, drink, and sing till we'er hoarse.
What a treat.
THE COCKNEY ANGLER'S LAMENT AFTER HIS DAY'S PUNT-FISHING.
I went down by "The Angler" to Dittonó
A coach very much to my liking, 'Tis convenient and pleasant to sit on.
And I found all the views very striking.
Three shillings I paid for my ride.
And two shillings more for my breakfast ;
But the money, thinks I, I dont mind, If the fish on my hook I but take fast.
Then a punt was the next thing I wanted, Six and sixpence a-day, too, the price :
A man to attend me was granted,
And 1 thought I should get on so nice.
But I found that this chap must be kept With the best of good eating and drinking :
I confess I could almost have wept To see how my money was shrinking.