OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 



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There's Dick who every body knows, 

 Has a curious knack to rub his nose, 

 And like a chro-no-meter goes 



To bottom fish in the morning. 

 His fishing dress being very neat, 

 And his tackle always so complete, 

 There's very few that can him beat, 



By the Farm in the morning. 



6. 



Old Davy tried his choicest flies,* 

 Before he found the fish would rise, 

 At length caught some of fairish size, 



At Leatherhead that morning. 

 With a fly he'll kill both Trout and Dace, 

 And tell a tale with merry face, 

 And walk for ever, if you'll go his pace, 



To fishing in the morning. 



7. 



Fiank came and tried with a worm about, 

 In hopes to play the devil with the Trout, 

 He hook'd and got one fairly out 

 Of the river Mole that morning. 



* Alas, poor Yorick. 



