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ON ANGLING. 159
THE FISHING BARK.
Let landsmen boast of pleasures,
From the turf or hunting game, Let sportsmen of all measures
Go boast their glorious fame ; Let carriages that roll in parks
Run smooth for gentle ride, What are they all to the Fishing Barks,
That sport upon the tide ?
With well-spread sail and mod'rate breeze,
The sky serene and clear, How pleasantly she ploughs the seas,
How bracing is the air All pleasure seems to centre here,
The heart is full of joy ; The fisher envies none elsewhere,
Content with his employ.
The huntsman, with his dog and^un,
May hunt the doe and hare ; The horsemen may their races run,
The nobles drive for air. The fishermen, with line and net,
Can hunt whene'er they wish, Or run a race when they are set,
Their game they are the fish.