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BALL A D.
Written, but never published, on a fracas
at a Meeting of Anglers at the Duke of Buccleuch's
seat in Scotland.
Ou Tweed's fair banks a castle stands
O'erspread with mossy green, And round its walls a moat remains,
Fell foes to intervene.
'Twas in the days of angling feats, When Jim Hogg held the sway,
Whose name and memory yet survive, Until this very day ;
That Wilson on a visit came, With many an angling knight,
To Buccleuch, lord of these domains, In fishing armour bright.
Duke Buccleuch said, come, seated be,
All at the welcome board ; And, ladies kind, who honour me,
Take what these walls aflford.
It would be long to give detail
Of such a sumptuous fair ; But, for a part, I'll take the whole,
And artlessly declare :