THE BOTTOM FISHER. TUNE-" When we went a Gipsying." In childhood's days, when summer came, To leave each noisy boist'rous game, I sought each little pond and stream, For larger streams, and larger fish, Oh! then was granted to my wish A long time ago. As youth advanced, at early day The rising sun I've seen, And brush'd the morning dew away, O'er fields of lively green. My bounding heart from care was free, My float went dancing down the Lea, 1 came of age, procured a wife, Kind Heaven gave a son; I work'd, and led a jovial life When business was done. While sometimes I indulged my wish, A long time ago. The steamers multiplied so fast, At Teddington our punt was moor'd, There barbel, roach, and dace we floor'd, A long time ago. Old Father Time has play'd his pranks, My hair is silver grey, Yet still along the verdant banks Of streams I fondly stray. The gentle craft I still pursue, While wandering to and fro, And angle, as I used to do, A long time ago. T. B. GLEE. 'Tis life to young anglers in early spring time, In the spring time all so fair, Through the meadows to go where primroses grow, A-breathing the mild air. When the butterfly comes and the great bee hums, And a tweet, tweet, go the little birds sweet, 'Tis life to young anglers in high summer days, All Llythe to be laid in the green, green shade, When the hawk sails high in the grey, grey sky, And the merry flies brisk on the warm well frisk, Then the heart of the angler is glad. ANGLING. Angling, and free, for pleasure born, K. 1787. ON TAKING A SALMON. A salmon flound'ring at my line! MORAL. Think, when thou seest the bait, Whereon is thy delite, That hidden hookes are hard at hand, ANGLING, When the sun is shining low, And, having thought, the golden day, Whether it barbel be, or pike, Or bream, or carp, or tench, or bleak, A cup well stirr'd with rosemary, Sheets neatly kept in lavender These simple blessings prove. LINES. If patience be a virtue, then For all do know that those that fish Have patience more than heart ean wish. |