The Angler's Songbook - online

200+ Songs Related to Fishing

Home Main Menu Singing & Playing Order & Order Info Support Search Voucher Codes

Share page  Visit Us On FB

Previous Contents Next
Grave was his face, but oft time
No fun his features lacked, His sociaKglass he dearly loved,
And pleasant jokes he cracked ; He had the fashion, every year,
Of going to the brook, With rod in hand, and creel on back,
To get. a farewell look.
Swift stream, if e'er thy limpid flow.
Should meet the man 1 prize, The angler tell there's tears of woe,
Just flown from Damon's eyes.
And thou, O zephyr, quickly fly,
And lull his soul to rest; The angler tell thou art a sigh,
Just flown from Damon's breast.
[f tears to soothe him nought avail, Nor sigh can singly move,
Then, both united, tell the tale, Of hapless Damon's love.
Previous Contents Next