198 ANGLERS' EVENINGS. 



PiSC. — Look you, Peter, that was bad luck, but better 

 fortune to-morrow, my friend. And now for my judg- 

 ment. I do here pronounce you all equal, for Venator 

 and Scholar had the best water ! 



Omnes. — Bravo ! bravo ! bravo ! An upright judge ! 



PiSC, — Now, brother anglers, 'tis time we should light 

 up the fragrant weed, or, as Scholar there would call it, 

 the flagrant weed ; and, Mary dear, bring, if you please, 

 a mutchkin of the national drink ! 



Ven. — Aye, a mutchkin, and see you Mary, bring it 

 m ^. ).neasu7'e. (Aside, and winking aivfully.) A measure 

 holds tivicc as much as a crystal ! 



PiSC. —Now, boys, while the whisky is coming, let 

 Corydon sing us the song he writ for us, 



Cory. — Weel, if ye maun hae it, ye maun tak it wi' 

 all its faults. Now for my song. 



CORYDON'S SOXG. 



Air — Modification of " The Farmer s Boy.'''' 



Cauld winter's gaen, the spring is come, we soon will hear the gouk, 

 So anglers all, look up your rods, for we must have an out ; 

 Well make our way to some famed stream, where there arc shoals o" trout, 

 And we will do our very best to bring lots of them out. 

 Then to angle we will go, we'll go. 



To angle we will go, 

 With rod and line, or wet or fine, 

 To angle we will go. 



We'll tak' our baskets on our back, our geazecoats on our arm, 

 And w^e have got good watertights to keep us dry and warm ; 

 We'll fill our pouch wi' scone and cheese, our flasks wi' mountain dew, 

 Tobacco and our sneezing mill, wi' that I think we'll do. 

 Then to angle we \\ ill go, &c. 



