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THE ANGLER'S GLEE. Right socially we live, and never disagree,
Troll away, troll away, my boys ! Our hearts like our purses, are open, light, and free. And if the fish bite, who so happy as we, Or who feel such innocent joys ? Each angler takes his glass, To toast some fav'rite lass For whom love's torch is burning.
The merry catch goes round, or the care-killing glee ; Time employing cheerily Life enjoying merrily, Free from discord, noise, and strife, Is an honest angler's life ; For his rod and line by day are the source of true
delight, And a cheerful welcome home is his sure reward at night, Troll, troll, troll away,—troll, troll, troll away, Troll away, troll away, my boys !
S. Maunder. |
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UNCLE WILL TO UNCLE JOHN.
(scotch ballad, 1702.) When cauld winter is past,
And the green ice is gane, While ilk curler lays bye
His bonnie whinstane ; |
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