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ON ANGLING. 175
It's well he was off on the further side, For I'd have brain'd him with my patten,
For I thought he was safe at school, the young wretch, A studying Greek and Latin ;
And my reticule basket he'd got on his back,
To carry his fishes and gentles, With a strap I knew he had made from the belt
Of his father's regimentals.
Then one Friday morning I gets a summoning note
From a sort of law attorney, For the boy had been trespassing on people's grounds
While his father was gone on a journey.
And I had to go and hush it all up, by myself,
In an office in Hatton Garden, And to pay for the damage he'd done to boot,
And to beg some strange gentleman's pardon.
And wasn't he once fish'd out himself,
And a man had to dive to find him, And I saw him brought home with my motherly eyes,
And a crowd of people behind him.
Yes, it took a good hour to rub him to life, Whilst I was a.screaming and raving,
And a couple of guineas it cost besides,
To reward the humane man for his saving.