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ON ANGLING. 135
When wi' fair skilly fechin'
Ye've warsled him out, A dainty three-pounder,
A bonnie sea trout, Frae the brine freshly run,
An' jist ht for your creel, Ah ! then is the time,
Like a warm hearted chiel, To keep mind o' a friend.
Wha will share in your glee, When he joins you some Sabbath.
At kipper or tea.
written on the back of an old copt of
the "Complete Angler," 1802.
Push about the bottle, lads. Round the circle let it pass ; Down with baskets, and you'r gads, And quaff off your social glass.
. When dull cares disturb the soul, To the river banks repair ; Throw the fly, or minnow troll ; This will keep you from despair.