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256 SONGS.. KTC.
S O N G.
Bright blaz'd the fire of crackling wood.
And threw around a charming gleam ; In front a vast oak table stood—
A bacon-rack hung from the beam : Pipes, mugs, the chimney-piece well grac'd,—
In rows the fishing-rods hung o'er ; On each side otter skins were placed,
Rap, rap—cries dame, who's at the door ? Chorus—Some jolly anglers, loud they bawl, T" enjoy the pastime at Trout-Hall.
Bright as hei fire glow'd dame's plump face,
As her old friends she welcom'd kind ; " Here ! Joan and Doily, clear the place.
Tap the humming ale, d'ye mind ? First fetch my bottle of right Nantz,
The ev'ning air is keen and raw ; My friends of cold shall run to chance—
You'll pledge me, gentlemen, I know." Chorus—Come, jolly anglers, one and all,
You're kindly welcome to Trout-Hall.
Their stomachs fortified, around
The sparkling fire the anglers spread ;
•Fill pipes, crack jokes, the Malls resound With laughter that might rouse the dead.