158 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



Paid five shillings for you, I'm sure 'twas no more> 

 Then repair'd you according to fashion ; 



New whipp'd and new ring'd, you looked quite spruce* 

 Your worm-eaten carcase with varnish was cover'd ; 



Had he known you as I do, to be of no use, 

 Before he had bought you he sometime had hover'd* 

 When this, &c. 



Thro' his brown holland coat the Fly Rod heard him rail, 



Then rattled each joint in a violent passion, 

 And was he not fast to a tenpenny nail, 



He swore that Bamboo he would dash on. 

 You blackguard, you humbug, to talk thus to me, 



Dont I know you and all your disgraces, 

 I'll remind you a little of your pedigree, 



I'd sooner be burnt than with you change places. 

 When this, &c. 



4. 



In a bungling, slovenly, rod-maker's shop, 

 You together were put for four or five shillings ; 



After this in the window for years you did stop, 

 Till a greenhorn to buy you was willing ; 



He had read Salter's book, which taught him to troll, 

 He thought himself wonder fly clever, 



