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176 SUNOS. ETC.
FISHING WEATHER'S COMING, LADS.
Fishing weather's coming, lads,
The winter dies apace ; Dark and boist'rous days awhile Rob the streamlets of their smile,
And landscape of its grace.
The east wind it blows cold and keen,
Its crystal fringe the streams ; Ah! but see the primrose springs, Golden crocus and such-like things Point to genial gleams.
Very soon the Spring will rouse
The finny tribes to life ; Very soon the trees be clad With the insects that they had.
That caus'd such eager strife.
Every day a warmer sun
Pierces the running stream ; Soon the breezes of the Spring, Fraught with food upon their wing, Disturb the salmon's dream.
Fishing weather's coming, lads, Look to your rods and flies ; Winter soon shall pass away, Hope and Spring will gain the day, And sport delight your eyes. Southampton, 1824.