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Consider that every moment is precious to the London 

 Angler, and that any interruption, by requesting the 

 loan of a plummet, or knife, &c., to say the least of it, 

 is very annoying. 



The actual necessaries of an Angler are not very nu- 

 merous, or expensive ; therefore arrange your tackle now 

 and then, and replace whatever may be deficient. 



SONG. THE PORTSMOUTH WAGGON. 

 (TUNE.) " Lord Ullin's Daughter. 9 ' 



1. 



Two Anglers set their baskets down, 



Crying coachman we are undone. 

 Unless you'll have this silver crown 



To ride us up to London ; 

 Two days along the river side, 



We've fished till we are weary, 

 And if with you we cannot ride, 



Must tramp the road so dreary. 



2. 



Out spoke the hardy coachman wight, 



(While handing up a lady) 

 I fain would take your silver bright, 



But I am full already ; 



