IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



Acquiescing with hearty submission ; 

 For, though simple, we know 

 That soft murmurs will grow 

 At the last unto down-right Sedition. 



We care not who says, 



And intends it dispraise, 



That an Angler t' a Fool is next neighbour ; 



Let him prate, what care we, 



We're as honest as he, 



And so let him take that for his labour. 



We covet no Wealth 



But the Blessing of Health, 



And that greater good Conscience within ; 



Such Devotion we bring 



To our God and our King, 



That from either no offers can win. 



Whilst we sit and fish 



We do pray as we wish. 



For long life to our King James the Second ; 



Honest Anglers then may, 



Or they've very foul play, 



With the best of good Subjects be reckon 'd. 



