74 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



6. 



Behind this hedge well stand 



Till they are passing by, 



And then I'll gently lend a hand, 



With them our strength to try ; 



I do not like to fight, 



But poaching I detest, 



Yes, I know very well, said Peter Pike, 



That you will do your best. 



Not long, &c. 



7. 



By this time the netters came 

 To where they lay concealed, 

 Peter put his tackle on the ground, 

 Then off his jacket peeled, 

 He on them made a rush, 

 Tom Trout was not behind, 

 They fought away like devils, 

 Till the poachers they resigned. 

 Not long, &c. 



8. 



Peter took his fishing knife 



And cut up their spacious net, 



He hack'd and chop'd full half an hour, 



He was in such a pet. 



