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But it seems misfortune never halts, For Muggins' wife (who had her faults) Instead of gin had put up salts, For us to take an angling.
With rod and line, &e.
We every step through rain did come, At last we saw poor Muggins home, Who vows he ne'er again will roam,
At least go out an angling. For my part, I can only say I never spent so sad a day, And as to trout, dace, pike, to play, We did not see one all the day. Now Muggins sits at home and crams, And sells his butter, eggs, and hams, But as for sporting, fairly damns
The day he went an angling.
With rod and line, &c.
When blythesome May brings heather bells, On moorland hills sae bonnie (),
I love to saunter by the stream, And hie to meet my Johnny O.
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