18 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



The perspiration down them ran, 

 Before their job was done. 



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3. 



Their, shade was on the water, 



The sun was hot behind, 



Says Titus unto Gabriel 



This is just unto my mind, 



The scenery's so beautiful, 



I could sit here for a week. 



They offish at eve had ninety-nine, 



And all of them were Bleak. 



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4. 



Now Twickenham most people know 

 Is not far from Richmond town, 

 When up the river they would go, 

 Why they got further down. 

 Round and round they pushed the boat, 

 At last got bump ashore ; 

 When Titus turned his tail about 

 And swore he'd have no more. 



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