14 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



And went with him seldom or never. 



In a box he had gentles, he'd worms in a pot, 



And of Cloves got a quartern at staiting ; 



A walking-stick rod in his right hand he'd got, 



And under his left was Miss Martin. 



Tol de rol fal de ral, disaster and woe, 

 Misfortune quite grievous to mention, 

 Mike Minnow he lost Miss Martin you know, 

 By not paying her proper attention. 



2. 



When near to the Sluice-house, Mike Minnow said dear, 



How delightfully pleasant 's the weather, 



Suppose we now take a pint of mild beer, 



On the bench we can sit down together ; 



Then over the rails I will put out my rod, 



And catch a few Roach for our dinner, 



Miss Martin she gave an assenting nod, 



Which mightily pleased Michael Minnow. 



Tol de rol, &c. 



3. 



With his rod held straight out, at his float he did stare, 



While swimming along very steady, 



When Mary said Michael, what is that there 



Which hangs out of your pocket my heady ; 



To know what she meant he was not at a loss, 



For he felt what was twisting and wriggling ; 



