Songs for FishermenStewart Kidd Company, 1922 - 330 sider |
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Side 28
... sound the reveille . This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley ; Listen how boldly it flows , Sally on sally : Tirra - lirra , Early morn , New born ! Day is near , Clear , clear . Down the river All a - quiver ...
... sound the reveille . This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley ; Listen how boldly it flows , Sally on sally : Tirra - lirra , Early morn , New born ! Day is near , Clear , clear . Down the river All a - quiver ...
Side 47
... sound is so sweet to the ear ; The hum of the line , the buzz of the wheel ! Where the crystalline brook runs so clear . Here's a shade on the stream where the willows bend down , Where the waters sleep drowsy and dim , And there where ...
... sound is so sweet to the ear ; The hum of the line , the buzz of the wheel ! Where the crystalline brook runs so clear . Here's a shade on the stream where the willows bend down , Where the waters sleep drowsy and dim , And there where ...
Side 50
WHEN YOU When you stop a week at the best hotel And stay within sound of the dinner bell , With a can of worms and a bamboo stick And catch fifty - nine perch and twelve bluegills quick , You're a fisherman , Yes , sir , you're a ...
WHEN YOU When you stop a week at the best hotel And stay within sound of the dinner bell , With a can of worms and a bamboo stick And catch fifty - nine perch and twelve bluegills quick , You're a fisherman , Yes , sir , you're a ...
Side 71
... moon a little lip of gold Above a silver lawn , Where , in a velvet pool of trees , A gray mist hung unstirred by breeze , Or any sound , so patiently The world bore night , it seemed to me . 71 The house was silent to my feet , Beneath a.
... moon a little lip of gold Above a silver lawn , Where , in a velvet pool of trees , A gray mist hung unstirred by breeze , Or any sound , so patiently The world bore night , it seemed to me . 71 The house was silent to my feet , Beneath a.
Side 73
... sound , Where thrush and owl and meadow - lark Chant to the coming of the dark . The nights when I'd been fishing Were always very still , Save for the rustling of the leaves ; A distant whippoorwill ; And in the sky a velvet - blue ...
... sound , Where thrush and owl and meadow - lark Chant to the coming of the dark . The nights when I'd been fishing Were always very still , Save for the rustling of the leaves ; A distant whippoorwill ; And in the sky a velvet - blue ...
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a-fishing American Angler angle bait bank bass BASS FISHING biggest fish birds bite bonny Tweed breeze bright brook BROOK TROUT cast catch caught Clair Adams cool creel dark deep doth dream Eugene Field feel Field and Stream fins fisher FISHERMAN fishin flies float flow Forest and Stream gentle gleam glide green Green Days heart Henry Van Dyke hook Isaac McLellan Izaak IZAAK WALTON James Whitcomb Riley KEEP FISHIN lake leap lure minnow morning never night o'er old Brandywine Permission of Field Permission of Forest Phineas Fletcher pike pine Poems pool ripples river rod and reel round salmon shining shore silver sing song sport spring STRIPED BASS sweet swim tackle thee There's thing Thomas Doubleday Thomas Tod Stoddart thou thrill thro tide toil trees trout Walton waters weary wild wind wish worm
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Side 211 - In the darkness as in daylight, On the water as on land, God's eye is looking on us, And beneath us is His hand! Death will find us soon or later, On the deck or in the cot; And we cannot meet him better Than in working out our lot. Hurrah! hurrah! the west-wind Comes freshening down the bay, The rising sails are filling; Give way, my lads, give way! Leave the coward landsman clinging To the dull earth, like a weed; The stars of heaven shall guide us The breath of heaven shall speed!
Side 176 - With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage; Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 270 - Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, And watch intently Nature's gentle doings: They will be found softer than ring-dove's cooings.
Side 87 - And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning.
Side 127 - Show's begun. The flocks of young anemones Are dancing round the budding trees : Who can help wishing to go a-fishing In days as full of joy as these?
Side 293 - Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, "I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont,— and I will swim this here.
Side 176 - Trees, the Monarch of the Brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest Art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the Fly ; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled Water speaks his jealous Fear.
Side 147 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or, worse, in war and wantonness. " Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill, So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will. Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth, and yellew daffodil, Purple Narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass, and azure culver-keys.
Side 32 - When we please to walk abroad For our recreation, In the fields is our abode, Full of delectation : Where in a brook With a hook, Or a lake, Fish we take : There we sit, For a bit, Till we fish entangle. We have gentles in a horn, We have paste and worms too ; We can watch both night and morn...
Side 65 - Why as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. I can compare our rich misers to nothing so (illy as to a whale; 'a plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful.