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240 SONGS, ETC.
WE'RE ALL FISHING.
We're all fishing, fish, fish, fishing,
We're all fishing, in country and in town ;
When a very little boy, a fishing he will go,
But should his parents find him out, he'd often catch
a blow ; Sometimes he'd play the wag with a worm upon his
pin, But if he does not mind he'll slip and tumble in. For we're all a fishing, &c.
As the boy gets older, his courage it gets bolder, His rod and line he throws aside to fish another way ; In the first place, I opine, all endeavours he will try, To court the pretty girls, and that too on the sly, Though scarcely in his teens he is thinking of a wife. So we're all a fishing. &c.
There are many yet are fishers, fish, fish, fishers, But to enumerate them would be an endless task ; The lawyer he goes fishing for a client, and should he Catch a gudgeon, he'd very soon go fishing for his
fee ; For myself, too, I go fishing, and if a smile I cause, Shall have caught the fish I fish'd for—your very
So we're all a fishing. &c.