72 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



He was the pal and friend 



Of honest Tommy Trout, 



They o'er a social glass agreed 



To have a fishing bout. 



Not long ago there lived 

 A man called Peter Pike, 

 Who dearly lov'd to troll for Jack 

 In river, pond, or dyke, 



2. 



Now Peter never let 



Any likely time go by 



For he'd heen a troller thirty years 



Or nearly, man and boy. 



His baits he ready had 



In a cistern, made of lead, 



And his tackle always was look'd out 



Before he went to bed. 



Not long, &c. 



3. 



His time he always kept 

 As near as near could be. 

 And Peter had his jacket on 

 Just as the clock struck three. 

 He gently ope'd the door, 

 When up came Tommy Trout, 



