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ON ANGLING. 115
A SONG. (sung by a party of anglers on the banks op the ribble, in lancashire.)
Here's a bumper to rod and to spear !
A bumper to challenge a song ! A bumper to those, who, where'er the rill flows,
Are spearing and angling along. 'Tis good to be steady and cool ; 'Tis better to dare than to doubt; 'Tis best to keep clear of the snobs in the rear, And be always thrown in and thrown out.
Then hurrah for the rod and the spear! Hurrah for the zest of my song !
Hurrah for all those, who, where'er the rill flows. Are spearing and angling along.
Here's a cheer for the charms of the stream,
A cheer for a glorious burst, And who would not cheer, when the bold throw the spear,
For the fearless are always the first. There are some ever in the right place ;
There are some who just fuddle and sot; There are many who love every danger to fear,
And many, 1 swear, that do not!
Then hurrah for the rod, &c.
There's a joy when the fish makes his rush, There's a joy when the salmon first bleeds ;
There's a joy, though to-diuj has now glided away. For to-morrow shall double our deeds.