38 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



5. 



He rang the bell, the waiter came, 

 I want some brandy and some wine, 

 And something nice prepare for me 

 For lunch till I have time to dine ; 

 And fisherman exact at six, 

 Be at my chamber-door, 

 Myself to-morrow I'll enjoy, 

 If I never did before. 



With rod, &c. 



6. 



True to his time old Chub was wak'd, 

 He was fidgetty to be afloat, 

 And waiter, ostler, fisherman, 

 Convey'd provision to the boat. 

 The pole that mark'd the pitch was near'd, 

 (Old Chub this custom blames* ) 

 But he soon was seated in his chair 

 Upon the mighty Thames. 



With rod, &c. 



7. 



Awhile he fished, the fisherman 

 At length called out, Sir, I've a bite, 



* It is well known to Thames Anglers that the punt owners fix a pole in 

 the best pitches, in expectation of customers, they having received a com- 

 munication to that effect. Old Chub thinks it ought to be first come, first 

 ser ved . 



