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THE ANGLER'S SONG.

By the Author.

SEE! at the earliest dawn of day

The jolly Angler bend his way

To streams, where far from care and strife,
From smoky house and scolding wife,

He snares the finny race:

A southern gale propitious blows,

His rod prepared-his line he throws,
With well made fly he fishes fine,

A bite! he strikes! Now hold fast, line!

He's caught! A full grown Dace.

Chorus,

The jolly Angler's is the life,

Devoid of care, devoid of strife.

Now chang'd the tackle and the bait ;
For larger prey he lies in wait,
Tries up the stream, nor vainly tries,
The line runs off-a noble prize!

Give time to pouch-Now strike!

Now seeks his haunt the wounded prey,
And then begins the Angler's play;
He lengthens out-now shortens line,
Till struggles past-a welcome sign!

He lands a glorious Pike.
Chorus,

The Jolly Angler's is the life,

Devoid of care, devoid of strife.

Bream, barbel, carp, tench, roach and eel,
All yield alike to his barb'd steel,
And e'en the salmon's rapid course,

Arrested by superior force,

Yields to the Angler's skill.

He tries the deep, the shoal, the stream,
Where'er of prey hope gives a gleam,
No hole escapes the Angler's search
Where lurk the nations of the pearch-

His joy-the diving quill.

Chorus,

The Jolly Angler's is the life,
Devoid of care, devoid of strife.

THE ANGLER'S SONG.

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Now stor❜d his pannier, as eve draws near,
Homewards his weary course he'll steer,
Or to some well known inn resort,
T' enjoy the fruits of his day's sport,

By skilful cook-maid drest;

There takes his pipe, his jug of ale,
Sups, smokes and sips, and tells his tale,
Or sings before a blazing fire,

Till nature bids him to retire,

Then happy sinks to rest. Chorus,

The Jolly Angler's is the life,

Devoid of care, devoid of strife.

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