52 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



For he'd seen the fish that took his bait 



When very near the top ; 

 Now anxiously his heart did beat, 

 Indeed, says he, this is a treat, 

 Then on the ground he took his seat, 



Awaiting the time to strike. 

 When thro* the mist, the day was dull, 

 By turning round he saw a bull, 

 Not far off, stare at him full, 



And roaring, leap a dyke. 



At bottom, &c. 



4. 



He had no time to hesitate, 



So up he pick'd his rod, 



By the stream there stood a tree, 



He clim'd it like a cat, 

 The fish he plung'd about, 

 The bull tore up many a clod, 

 Between the bull and fish ke scarcely 



Knew what to be at ; 



The bull bang'd the tree with all his might 

 But Tim the tree and fish held tight, 

 Sure he was in as sad a plight 



As any one could wish to be. 

 Again the tree received a bump 

 Which broke it off close to the stump, 



