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Oh ! says he, that's a lob-worm crept out of the moss 

 Whicln I have brought with me for sniggling. 



Tol de rol, &c. 



4. 



He caught a few Roach, and was pleased at the sight, 



Thinks he to himself, it's now certain, 



If I catch a few more I shall make it all right, 



And I shall be wed to Miss Martin. 



But she from his side had wandered away, 



He put down his rod for to hail her, 



When despair seized his frame as the waiter did say 



Miss Martin's a kissing a tailor. 



Tol de rol, &c. 



5. 



His hair stood on end, and he trembled with rage, 



And to take her away he was wishing, 



When she said Mr. Minnow, pray Sir don't engage, 



You'd much better go mind your fishing ; 



He called her false hearted, and heaved a deep sigh, 



And said she'd soon hear of a burying, 



He took up his rod, but some one passing by 



Had hook'd on his line a Red Herring. 



Tol de rol, &c. 



6. 



He met Peter Pike and told him his grief, ' 

 That Miss Martin was gone with a dandy, 



