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Where I full often have most wellcome been, 

 To him who is my friend, and thinks it is a sin, 

 If we neglect his Cider and March Beer, 

 His most obliging Company and chear. 

 Anglers are wellcome still to him, 

 A Hummer fill'd unto the Brim, 

 Shews Bounty still confined within his wall, 

 Till Love and Liquor brings a Deluge o'r us all ; 

 No thanks he'll have, 

 His Soul is brave. 



Ah ! Streatfield, thee I will Imbrace, 

 In Bonds of Friendship, time can't chase 

 Thee from my mind, nor from thy Castle- Wall, 

 Where Natures Blessings are abounding all. 

 To Chidding '-stone, two Miles or more, 

 We Angle may, or then give o'r, 



If that the Sun decline; 

 Tho many times within the Night, 

 The Fish will eagerly and greedy bite, 



And make our pleasure all Divine. 

 Penhurst, thy stream's too Rapid and too large, 



For me to Angle in, 

 My time ill spent I there discharge, 



And neither loose nor win. 

 At Lciyh, I know fresh pastime to persue, 



And 



