THE RAID. 199 



Before we start we'll tak' a drap, and wish each other vveel, 

 And hope, before the day is oot, each man shall fill his creel. 

 We'll drink success to our ain Club : Success, come on us shine ! 

 Success go with us on our raid, success for Seventy-nine ! 

 Then to angle we will go, &c. 



Like all true anglers we'll mind this — The wee fry let alane, 

 For nothing but a gude-sized fish we'll think of takiii' hame ; 

 We'll tell our friends when we come back, how we enjoyed the fun, 

 So now I'll bid you all adieu, for this my song is done. 

 Then to angle we will go, &c. 



Pisc. — Well sung, Corydon, thou shalt be our Laureate. 

 And now, Peter, I see by thy looks that thou art anxious 

 to follow. But here come the drinks. * * "'' 



Now that we have all filled up, except that cold water boy 

 there, let us have a toast. Here's a hearty draught to 

 you all, success to the Manchester Anglers' Association, 

 and to our good fishing to-morrow! Now, Peter, for your 

 song. 



Peter. — Mine is something that I hope will please 

 you ; it was writ by our friend, " Crabstick," and is sung 

 to a tune you all know well. 



THE RAID INTO KIRKCUDBRIGHT, 

 h\^-~'" Bonny DundceP 



'Twas the Manchester Anglers in Council agreed, 

 That when spring came again they'd go north of the Tweed, 

 And that weather defying, — or cold, wet, or dree, 

 They'd take down their rods into Kirkuberee. 



They all came together — they came in the night — 



Reid, Currie, Heywood, and Vice-President White ; 



They waved their rods high, crying "Now we are free. 



We're all going a fishing beyond Lockerbie." 



