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Oh ! then hasten with speed To the clear running Tweed,
The river of beaut}- and song,
Where the rod swinging high Throws a Coldstream dress'd fly
O'er the hold of the salmon so strong.
With a soft western breeze
That just thrills through the trees,
And ripples the beautiful bay, Throw the fly for a lure— That's a rise ! strike him sure—
A clean fish—with a burst he's away.
Hark ! the ravel line sweel,
From the fast whirring reel, With a music that gladdens the ear ;
And the thrill of delight,
In that glorious fight, To the heart of the angler is dear.
Hold him tight!—for the leap ;
Where ,the waters are deep Give out line in the far steady run;
Reel up quick, if he tire,
Though the wheel be on fire, For in earnest to work he's begun.