200 ANGLERS' EVENINGS. 



They rode till the morn, when the sun was half high, 

 As they leapt from the train, "to the river," they cry ; 

 They shouldered their rods, and marched off as one man. 

 With Reid in the rear, and White in the van. 



They all walked together that came in the night — 

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

 They waved their rods high, cried " Hurrah ! we are free 

 To begin our day's fishing in New Gallowee." 



Like skirmishing soldiers they spread themselves out, 

 And with steel they attacked the bright red-speckled trout ; 

 With such skill they threw over each stream and each pool, 

 That by sundown they'd all got their baskets crammed full. 



They all met together again in the night — 



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



They jjut up their rods, crying "Now we are free ; 



We have had a day's fishing in Kiikuberee." 



When the dinner was cleared, they sat in a ring, 

 And then was the time that they'd laugh and they'd sing ; 

 They fought o'er again all the strifes they'd gone through, 

 While they quaffed (all but Heywood) the Scotch mountain dew 

 They all sat together, half-way through the night — 

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

 And then they jumped up, crying "Now we are free 

 To be off to our sleeping in New Gallowee." 



But all things must end, so the fishing must stop, 

 As the time surely comes when you drink your last drop ; 

 So one evening the Chief said " Now, Secretaree, 

 Please to order our men to turn back from N.B." 



They all went together that came in the night — 

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

 They all hung their heads, crying " Oh, deary me, 

 W^e have finished our fishing beyond Lockerbie." 



