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As he was wet outside to wet the in, 

 So he took a hearty swig of gin, 

 I don't know how it, came about, 

 He must have been a stupid lout, 

 For he fell in the river, and couldn't get out, 

 And there was an end of the Angler. 

 Winches, &c. 



6. 



His mother thought at first 'twas chaff, 



And tried to pass it with a laugh, 



But when she read his epitaph, 



She sigh'd for the loss of her Angler. 



She took a dram, and wip'd her eye, 



And said it was no use to cry, 



But now and then would heave a sigh 



For the loss of her son the Angler. 



I had almost forgot to state 



What was on his coffin plate, 



Twas a lamentation for the fate 



Of this unlucky Angler. 



Winches, &c. 



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THE BLEAK. 



The Bleak is a small lively fish, much resembling 

 the sprat, he is very restless, feeding alike at top and 



