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200+ Songs Related to Fishing

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When I was young and in my prime. Then every thing look'd gay ;
And nothing was so merry as The merry First of May.
Kind nature which doth ever smile, Seem'd then to smile the more ;
And every Spring that time did bring, Seem'd greener than before.
The birds they sang so jocundly—
They fill'd the air around, And human hearts as joyously,
Responded to the sound.
I recollect the lovely scene
As though I saw it still. The mansion of a noble race,
Was seated on a hill.
And smilingly it seem'd to look
Upon a lake below, Where groups of happy Londoners
Were angling to and fro.
The ruddy hostess of the Inn, Which stood within the vale,
Supplied the thirsty anglers
With draughts of nut-brown ale.
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